Page 17 of Delivered to My Alpha Alien Lovers (Mail-Order Matings #20)

Amaris

This was what it felt like to fall in love. I was sure of it. My men, because I was now calling them that in my head, were coming over to my apartment for a movie night. I appreciated the nice dinner out but at heart, I was a stay at home and snuggle kind of girl.

I made a trip to the grocery store after having a phone call with both of them. They were doing everything I wished they would. Morning calls. Checking in on me. Getting to know the real me.

They hadn’t made a move on me yet beyond hand-holding and kissing on the cheek, but I wanted them to. I so wanted them to. At the same time, I had a feeling that mating with them would be the seal to our arrangement. Once we were mated, much like shifters, it would be similar to vows of marriage.

If this was real, and Goddess, I hoped it was, then I wanted to be completely sure. Not only for me but for them as well.

I picked up all the makings for movie snacks. I would make brownies and cookies and popcorn.

Tylan and Farsel had made the mistake of telling me that they had never seen The Lord of the Rings trilogy. Big mistake.

There was no greater tragedy than not seeing those movies.

Of course, we would only be able to get through one film in a night, but it gave us reasons for more movie nights. And more movie nights with them sounded like what a girl needed in life.

I cleaned my house even though it was not dirty, even going so far as putting on clean sheets because who knew where the night would go despite my hang-ups. Once everything was set up, I leaned against the kitchen counter and forced a few deep breaths. I wasn’t nervous, per se, but excited to see them. I felt not myself when they weren’t around, which was weird since we’d only had a couple of dates.

When a knock sounded at my door, I relaxed. They were here. I was in knots when they weren’t around.

Interesting.

“Hi,” I said, opening the door wide. There were two of them, after all. Dressed alike. “Was there a black shirt-and-jeans meeting I missed? I feel out of place now.”

I’d tried to make it clear that tonight was casual. I wore a matching lounge set which could pass for clothes but really, it was more for staying in.

“We didn’t even realize we were wearing the same thing until it was too late and we were almost here. You, on the other hand, are stunning in that color.”

I looked down at my coral matching outfit. It was my favorite color and did look nice. I loved their eyes on me. Made me stand a little taller. “Thank you. Come on in.”

When they came in, my apartment seemed to shrink. Their heads were only inches from the ceiling. I glanced over to my couch, doubting it would fit the three of us.

Huh. Maybe I would have to drape myself over their laps.

What a shame.

“I made some snacks, but we can order dinner if you’re hungrier.”

Farsel cocked his head. He always studied me. “You cooked for us. Made us food from your hands?”

“It’s just brownies and from a mix at that. And cookies, from a roll of dough. No need to be in awe.”

They shared a look.

“Do you two communicate telepathically?”

“We do not.” Tylan looked confused. “Why would you think that?”

“Because sometimes you look at each other and to me, it’s like you are having an unspoken conversation.”

One of Tylan’s eyebrows went up. “Perhaps because we have known each other for so long. And for us, just so you know, any food you make us from your hands, well, it’s special. No matter how little effort. We appreciate you going to the trouble.”

“It was no trouble. I love to cook.”

“We brought you these. We hope you like them. We failed to ask you what your favorite flowers were.”

I took the watercolor bouquet of flowers from his hand and brought them to my nose. It was filled with roses, carnations, tulips, and some sprays of lavender. “I love all flowers, actually. Except poinsettias. I’m allergic to them.”

Both of their eyes widened. “What will happen to you?”

“Oh”—I turned to head to the kitchen to put the beautiful display in a vase—“the milk from the stems makes my hands and face break out in hives. Nothing too serious, but I do try to stay away from them during Christmas season.”

“There are no human holidays on our planet,” Farsel grumbled. He sounded forlorn. Maybe he thought I might be so attached to Easter ham that I might shun them for it.

“I bet there are some cool ones though. Tell me what you celebrate instead.”

The Fellowship of the Ring had been on the TV while I got ready, but I started from the beginning and paused it while we talked. They told me their people celebrated the changing of the seasons and harvest time and mating and the bearing of children.

I thought it over while they shared. I wasn’t so attached to Christmas trees or Valentine’s flowers that I would get upset. Instead, their holidays sounded exciting and like a breath of fresh air.

Human holidays had become somewhat mundane for me of late.

Maybe, somewhere deep, I’d known my alien princes would come.

They helped me fill the surface of the coffee table with snacks and dug in with gusto. We started the movie, and I warned them that this was a long one but one of my all-time favorites.

“Trust us,” Tylan chuckled. “We don’t mind spending hours with you, Amaris.”