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    Teagan met his gaze. Her green eyes looked almost blue in the dark, beneath her long red hair. “Sometimes, I dream about my parents. When we first came back to Earth, I thought about going back to see if they were okay. Originally, I thought they’d vanished right in front of me, but after I realized it was me who’d disappeared in front of them, I thought maybe I should go let them know I was alive. But then I thought better.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “They never would’ve accepted Becca. Hell, my father would think Satan had taken me. He’d probably have had me institutionalized and put Becca up for adoption. Or worse, raised her.”
    Brent remembered an earlier conversation when Teagan told him about her abusive father. And how her parents had wanted her to get an abortion. He also had some of her memories, painful memories, from whatever Luca had put in all of them.
    “So, what happens in these dreams with your parents?”  
    “I’m coming home with Becca, but they’re not there. Instead, there are aliens in the house, sitting at the kitchen table, having dinner as if they belonged.”
    “So do you think you feel guilty for not going back?”
    “Maybe,” she said, taking a sip then refreshing her mug.
    “You shouldn’t feel bad.”  
    “I know.” She shrugged.  
    Brent felt awkward, like he was trying to console a girl who wasn’t seeking consolation.  
    I should just shut up now before I say something stupid.
    Teagan set her cup on the counter.
    “Do you want to kiss me?”
    Brent nearly choked on his muffin.
    “Wh-what?”
    “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” she said, meeting his eyes, no shyness now.
    Brent was surprised. Part of him wondered if he was still dreaming. If so, he hoped he wasn’t about to wake up.
    “How do I look at you?”
    “Sad,” she said. “But sweet.”
    His mind was racing with a dozen things to say. But his erection told him to shut the hell up and just act .
    He put the rest of his muffin on the table, licked his teeth to make sure they weren’t coated, and swallowed. Then he stepped forward.
    Brent paused a foot away from Teagan and realized he was visibly shaking. At least it seemed that way; he couldn’t look at anything but her eyes.
    Teagan threw herself at Brent, devouring his mouth with hers, with a hunger that matched (and maybe swallowed) his own.
    They stumbled out of the kitchen and into the living room, tangled, kissing, hands running over one another’s bodies.  
    He guided her toward the couch, and she fell back, legs spread, waiting.
    He fell on top of her, hands reaching up her shirt, practically pawing at her soft, supple breasts.  
    Teagan moaned, hands reaching down into his shorts, grabbing his cock, pulling it out.
    He reached down, breathlessly, pulling her underwear aside, feeling her wetness on his fingertips. She guided him inside her. Her warmth made him feel more alive than he’d felt in forever.
    Oh, God, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum.
    Brent lasted less than twenty seconds.
    He thrust, trying to deliver an orgasm before he went soft. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, deeper into her.  
    He kept thrusting then realized it was a lost cause. Desperate to pleasure her, Brent reached down and finished Teagan with his fingers.
    Afterwards, they lay on the couch in a sweaty heap, and he felt like he was surfacing from a daze.
    Did we just really do this?
    Why did she want to fuck me? Does she really like me?
    Brent didn’t dare voice his thoughts, the creeping doubts about his sexual prowess. He’d been married so long that he’d forgotten how awkward he’d once been with women. He’d said, and done, enough stupid things in the past to ruin the postcoital mood, displaying insecurities, wondering if they were now a couple — and a million other things that had felt foolish once he was married.
    But now those awkward feelings were racing back, and Brent felt like a stupid teenager