Zoey

“Are you okay?” Nora asks.

I don’t even know how to answer that, to be honest. One moment I’m lost in an otherworldly dance, my body, no, our bodies swaying to a rhythm only we can hear, and the next…

The next moment Kage storms off, leaving me all alone with dozens of eyes on me. I’m embarrassed. I’m humiliated. I’m hurting.

“I’m fine,” I lie, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Really. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Nora says.

Geez. Thanks.

“I don’t want to make a scene.”

“You’re not,” she says.

I take a deep breath to steady myself. This is exactly the opposite of what I wanted this weekend to be like.

“This is your weekend,” I say. “I don’t want it to be about me, in any way, shape, or form. You know I don’t like being the center of attention.”

My cousin wraps one arm around my shoulder. “Really, you’re not making a scene.”

“Then why is everyone looking at me?”

Nora glares at the other couples in the room, and they quickly turn away from me. She steers me towards the door while talking to me.

“You should head upstairs, use the sauna and relax,” she says. “Trust me, you’ll love it.”

“I want to curl up and cry,” I admit. “Nothing more.”

She shakes her head and tuts. “That’s not the Zoey I know! The Zoey I grew up with is a fighter.”

Yeah, well, the Zoey you grew up with didn’t have the hots for an alien warrior who seems intent on keeping his guard up. It’s like being in love with a freaking wall.

“Promise me you’ll at the very least try it. If only for five minutes. If, after that, you want to go back to your room, that’s fine. All I’m asking for is five minutes.”

“Fine,” I sigh. “Five minutes.”

“Yes!” Nora says. “You won’t regret it, trust me.”

My heart is still racing as I climb up the stairs. That Zoran makes me feel a certain way, and I haven’t quite figured out how to handle that. I don’t know if it’s him, or this fairy-tale castle…

That’s got to be it. It’s this place, this damn castle. It reminds me of those romantic diginovellas, the one with the prince who sweeps the girl off her feet. That’s it! I’m not actually falling in love with a Zoran warrior!

At least, that’s what I tell myself to distract me from the truth. The truth is that I feel wonderful every time I’m in his powerful arms. Every time his gaze lands on me. Every time our bodies move as one.

When we danced, we were a unit. We were so close. When I had my eyes shut, all I could think about was how I never wanted this moment to end.

That’s why I need a moment to unwind, to relax, to take my mind off all of this. Nora’s right — a spa day is exactly what I need.

One more day. That’s all it is. Tomorrow is the big wedding, and then I can go back to my boring life and forget all about alien warriors.

I fumble with the key and open the door. Instantly I can smell incense burning, and my anxiety fades away.

I close the door behind me. I’m all alone, and so I slip my dress off. I leave all my clothes, including my underwear, at the door. A thrill passes through me as I walk through the bridal suite absolutely naked. There’s a few big windows, but there’s only fields and meadows in the distance.

I grab the door of the sauna and pull it open.

My heart skips several beats.

Inside the sauna is no one other than Kage — and he is just as naked as I am. His perfect, purple frame is sprawled out all over the purple bench, his legs wide, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Holy.

Cow.

He has the body of a Greek God, but the size of a Viking. Every inch of him looks like it was carved out of marble. I’ve never seen anything that could compare.

His eyes are open and looking right at me.

Neither of us moves. We’re frozen in place — except for his gaze, which scans my naked frame, taking in every single inch of me. I don’t move. I don’t even breathe. I fear that the slightest movement will end the spell that has bewitched us both.

His impressive member grows and grows as he looks at me. What surprises me most, besides the size, is the color. It’s teal, like his eyes! Except for the head, which is a beautiful gold. A drop of pre-cum forms on said head, and I know I have to move.

If I stay here, I’ll do something I regret.

Like, ‘drop down to my knees and worship every inch of his big Zoran cock with my tongue’ type of regret. If I stay here for one more second, I’m apt to sink down to my knees, wrap both my hands around that thick, throbbing shaft and just pump it for all I’m worth.

And that would be a bad idea, because I would be giving him my heart as well.

I close the door and take a deep breath, filled with both a wave of relief… and the sharp sting of regret.