STARDUST
She knew she wanted him, from the start. He also knew she wanted him, but there were ‘issues.’ Mutual body heat proclaimed their intense attraction whenever they were in the same room, but in his head was the klaxon of doom. She was too sweet a creature to put through all that hell.

Still they kept bumping into each other, and every time electricity sparked. She longed for him to suddenly seize her and press those juicy lips to hers, just like in her fantasies. But he acted cool towards her, even as his body throbbed with appetite for that smooth skin.

Then, at a party thrown by friends of theirs, it felt like the moment had come. She went upstairs to the bathroom and when she came out he was there, waiting. This time she spoke his name, softly questioning, and he gave a heartfelt groan as he backed away.

‘I am not of your race, Juliet,’ he said, in the gravelly tones of a nolandian, before melting into stardust before her eyes, just like her fantasies.