Rose stared at Zanr. She'd wanted to kiss him for a long time. Would his lips be as seductive as she remembered when he'd kissed her knuckles before? Would it be different when their lips touched? Did it even matter when he'd tried to find help for her the moment they found out about the nanites? It was ironic that the people she'd seen as a kind of surrogate family, in the end valued her just as little as her own family did.
This alien, Zanr, had stepped between her and any possible danger. He'd enquired if she needed food almost hourly. Did she dare believe that he wouldn't turn on her? Wouldn't reject her eventually like everyone else in her life has done? She shrugged off the doubts that would drive her crazy if she let them. No matter what happened in the future, tonight she wanted to know what it was like to kiss an alien.
He pushed her back, held her at a distance with his hands on her shoulders, and her heart broke a little bit. "I have to tell you about my tongue."