Page 148 of Alien War Daddy's Got Rizz
I smile—not triumphant. Just serene.
“Thanks,” I say. “Foster told me I’ve got a way with words.”
His lips twitch, half-smile—but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Not fully.
And then he turns to me.
Slowly.
Like gravity is drawing him on a tether of certainty.
“Tell me something,” he says, voice rough with that strange, soft weight it carries when he’s not masking it with danger or command, “and be honest—would you still choose me… knowing everything?”
His eyes meet mine—not challenging, just truthful.
I don’t flinch.
I answer without hesitation.
“Every time.Especiallybecause I know everything.”
I let those words hang in the space between us like stars suspended in black velvet.
His breath catches.
Not a gasp.
Not shock.
Just…impact.
Then he steps closer—slow, deliberate—and kisses me.
Not possessively.
Not with battles or legacies.
Just gently.
A kiss that saysthank-you.
Not because I saved him.
Not because he needed it.
But because we made each other whole.
His lips on mine feel less like earthbound flesh and more likehome.
I feel the softness of him.
The warmth of breath shared.
The gentle hum of this station—the one we built for others, but which has, in its own way, become a sanctuary for us both.
Stars flare in the vastness beyond the observation windows—flickering like distant blessings.
And in that moment, I think:
