Purple Haze (Aliens in New York Book 2) by Jensen Kelly

Author:Jensen, Kelly [Jensen, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Published: 2019-05-09T16:00:00+00:00

Though visiting the zoo had somehow dragged every sad thought out of the corners of his mind and pulled them into a messy lump in the middle of his throat, Dillon was glad they’d gone. Watching the sea lions play had been a spot of welcome calm in the maelstrom of wretchedness encompassing the past few days. Holding Lang’s hand had been the highlight, though. Feeling his lover, within and without. Knowing he wasn’t alone.

But in a few days, he would be. Packed and shipped off to who knew where for the purpose of who knew what.

Back at the apartment, Dillon flopped onto the couch facing Central Park. Lang’s cleaning service had erased all traces of juice from the carpet, but Dillon imagined he could hear the crash of glass and smell the sweetness of pineapple. Instead of yellow, the memory was tinged purple, though.

Lang sat beside him and placed a crushed bag on the coffee table. “Donuts.”

Dillon shifted sideways so he could lean into Lang’s side. “I don’t want to go. I know that’s probably the most useless thing I could say right now, but there it is.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Did you know this might happen?”

Without pressing into the connection between them, Dillon felt Lang stiffen and then relax, as though he’d lost the urge to stand upright. Even while sitting.

“I should have,” he said.

“Is there anything we can do to put this off?”

“No.”

The flat denial tripped Dillon’s wires. Anger rolled through him, pulling him upright and off the couch. Fists clenching, he sought a target and found nothing but a coffee table stacked with a tidy pile of magazines and a bowl of brightly colored balls—and both seemed so utterly meaningless. They were things. Just things.

“It’s not fair!”

Lang was beside him, arm held out hesitantly. “I’m so sorry, Dillon. If I’d had any idea—”

“I’m not blaming you. I’d never…” Emotion closed his throat. It would be so easy to say all of this was Lang’s fault. Without Lang, he wouldn’t be in this position. Without Lang, he wouldn’t be trying not to have a meltdown. Without Lang he would be…

He couldn’t imagine an instance of “without Lang” that didn’t hurt. Lang meant so much more to him than this bullshit.

Willing himself to calm, Dillon sipped at the air until he could take a full breath. “You know what I’ve been thinking about over the past few days?”

Lang shook his head.

“Whether I should run away. If I even could. I’ve taken every sci-fi movie plot from the past twenty years and run it through my brain looking for how to escape the aliens. Then I always come back to the part where I’m an alien, too, and I remember how cool I thought this was when I figured it out. How much I liked touching people and knowing how they felt. It’s a cheat sheet on communication for awkward individuals. Imagining that I could make a difference as well. Like, Josh wanting kids. I felt as if

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