Page 13 of Delivered to My Alpha Alien Lovers (Mail-Order Matings #20)

Amaris

Jenny and Rex were more than happy to help with my safety. They got Rex’s mom to come watch the twins and they followed me over to Tylan and Farsel’s house.

A lot weighed on this date.

More than a lot. This date was a matter of life or death to Farsel. I had more to learn about the ways they differed, but this was the main way.

Farsel, if I didn’t agree to be their mate, would die.

And somehow, they wanted me not to factor that in when making a decision about mating with them.

Yeah, right.

I got out of the car and checked my outfit. I wore a casual dress and had a cardigan over my arm in case it got chilly. Jenny and Rex got out after me. They would stay outside the house until I told them to leave—in person.

They really were good friends.

“Text me something every fifteen minutes, Amaris. I swear, if it goes to sixteen minutes, I’m coming in,” Jenny asserted. She and Rex knew everything. The alien part hadn’t shocked them as much as I expected it to.

“Yes. Got it, boss.” We laughed.

They got back in the car, and I made my way to Tylan and Farsel’s door, my stomach a bundle of nerves.

It felt like walking toward my destiny.

Before I reached the door, Farsel opened it with a smile on his face, but the rest of him screamed death and sickness. He was far paler than that morning, and the happiness didn’t reach his eyes. They’d lost some of the brightness. His life was in my hands.

“Good evening, Amaris. You look more beautiful every time I see you.”

“Thank you.”

He stared for a moment until Tylan came up behind him. “Farsel, are we having dinner right here on the porch? Let our female inside. It’s getting chilly. Her temperature isn’t like ours.”

Farsel shook his head a bit and cleared his throat. “Forgive me. I swear I have manners.”

I went inside. The place was spotless, and I had a feeling they kept it that way. There was no overpowering smell of air freshener or cleaning products. The floors shone and sparkled. The place was modern with everything in its place.

They stood in front of me, observing as I observed their home. It felt as though they were waiting for my assessment. “You have a lovely home.”

“Thank you,” Tylan answered. “It’s important that you like it. Are you hungry?”

“I am. Something smells really good.”

“Farsel did the cooking. I make breakfast, and he takes care of the rest. I hope it’s okay that we don’t eat meat. But we could get some if you prefer it. Maybe I should’ve picked up something in case. I can go out now.”

I put my hand on Tylan’s forearm, intending to calm him. “Whatever you made is fine. I don’t have to have meat with my meal.”

Farsel’s gaze was fixed on my hand. His flexed. Maybe touching was a thing for them as it was for shifters. It certainly was for Jenny and Rex. “The dining room is this way.”

On the way, I made sure to touch Farsel’s arm and thank him for the meal. They sat on either side of me. The spread was gorgeous. Roasted vegetables. A creamy tomato soup. Freshly baked whole grain bread. There was butter on the table and some cheese on top of the tomato soup, so they ate dairy, which was good. I could take or leave meat, but butter? Nonnegotiable.

“Everything looks incredible.”

We ate in silence for a while, but I noticed Farsel moved a bit slower than his bond brother and friend. This must’ve been torture for him. Having me here and not being bonded to me.

“Oh,” I said and pulled out my phone right on time. “I have to text Jenny every fifteen minutes, or she will worry.”

They both laughed. “She’s a good friend. I’m glad you have good people in your life.”

“Me too.” After texting, I went with my instinct and threaded my fingers through Farsel’s under the table.

Instantly, he regained some of his color and looked over to smile at me. “Thank you, Amaris.”

“Of course. I’d love to learn more about you and where you come from, please.”

While we ate, they talked. They lit up while speaking of their home planet and the galaxy they called heavenly. They each had some tattoos that peeked out from the edges of their clothing, and I was intrigued to learn how far they went along their bodies. We finished our meal, but they had begun to tell stories about how they first came to Earth and experienced the glaring differences.

We were laughing as Tylan brought out a large chocolate cake and served everyone coffee. Farsel, who was telling us about his first time in a fast-food drive-through, seemed to be getting better by the second. Not well but better.

Tylan had chimed in with a story of his own when the doorbell rang, bursting our bubble.

“Who could that be?” Farsel asked.

I reached down and checked my phone.

“It’s got to be Jenny. I forgot to text her. I was so engrossed in your stories.”

Sure enough, Tylan went to the door, and I heard them speaking. They wanted to see me and he chuckled. “We were just about to have some cake and coffee. Why don’t the two of you come in and join us? We can all get to know each other, and you can scope us out.”

Apparently, they agreed because soon, my best friend and her mate were seated at the table with dessert and coffee in front of them.

Farsel and Tylan took turns eating and telling stories.

By the end of the night, it felt like we were all best friends catching up. We laughed and bounced things off each other. The cake had only one slice left, and Farsel and Tylan insisted I take it home with me for a late-night snack.

I didn’t want to say goodbye.

“Can we have a minute?” I asked.

Jenny and Rex went outside to wait.

“Is everything okay, female?” Tylan asked.

“Yes. Everything is more than okay. I-I want to give this a real shot. There’s clearly something between us, and I want to explore it. I guess what I’m asking is…would you two like to date me?”