Star Wars and Pizza.
It was an excuse.
He really wanted to stop by to be sure I was all right.
To come to take care of me.
I knew the minute the doorbell rang, I was in trouble.
God, why did I need a moony-eyed alien in my house now, when all I ever wanted was standing on the doorstep?
Six foot of solid muscle.
Arms that could hold me forever.
Soft, springy grey hair that I longed to feel under my fingers as his lips grazed mine.
Lie. Even if it hurts. Try not to look as his stony face mask slipped on.
While he craned his neck trying to see in.
To the romantic table setting with candles and food.
And the wrong man.
Just get out of here, Orlan.
I want to go and jump in Jello.