Setting Fire to the Stars (a MM Sci-Fi Romance)

Chapter 3: Dream

**(Trigger Warning. Reader discretion advised)**

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Lauren
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After checking for broken bones, positive I had bruised at least one rib, I peered outside the tunnel. Searing flames flickered within the darkness of the forest as beams of blue light streamed down around the hovering spaceship. Through the smoke, I could just make out the smoking body of an overturned car.

"How did this happen?" My gaze drifted over to Peter, who was examining the cut and burns on his arm.

I wasn't really expecting him to answer, so I was a bit surprised when he shrugged, picking at some shards of metal. "How should I know? From the looks of it, the whole world's gone to shit." Sensing my gaze, he inclined his chin with a narrow gaze. "What?"

I crossed my arms, meeting his patronizing glare. "I don't get it. Why'd you save me? Ever since high school, you've acted like a total jackass. I thought you hated me."

For a moment I thought I saw a flicker of shock before his expression shuttered into shadow. "First off, let's get one thing straight. You don't mention us before high school. Ever. Got it?"

I tried not to roll my eyes and ended up scowling instead.

"And secondly, it doesn't matter why. All that matters is that I did and now you owe me." Peter's tone took on a certain smugness.

I cringed at his threat, my lips pulling back to bare my teeth in a snarl. No. Hell no. I did not want to be indebted to this bastard. Not after what he did. "I don't owe you shit."

That wolfish grin fed my anger as he leaned in close enough to smell the remnants of his god-awful cologne. "We'll see about that."

Somewhere deep in the recesses of my deeply disturbed mind, that broken part of me actually shuddered at his tone, traveling down my spine and settling low in my belly. Treacherous heat flooded my face and I had to bite my lip against the fantasy that husky voice invoked in my messed up head. Things like roaming hands, careless kisses, his mouth whispering my name while caressing my body as he held me down and—

Anger sparked like a struck match as I forced my head to the side. I shut down those intrusive thoughts and twisted away from him.

Ha ha ha, no. No. No no no. I was done with Peter. We were not friends, and I certainly was not going to imagine anything remotely intimate with the likes of him.

Useless brain.

With the adrenaline cooling in my veins, I spared  a glance at Peter's wound. The burns had almost completely cauterized, the edges of the gash were scalded black from the intense heat, the cracked flesh angry and red.

Closing my eyes in frustration, I sucked in a deep breath. This was going to be difficult. "Give me your arm," I instructed, making sure to keep my voice as devoid of emotion as possible. Snatching the bottom of my sweater, I shucked it over my head, tying the bulky material around my waist by the sleeves. Silently, I began taking off my remaining plain white t-shirt.

Peter's eyes went as wide as saucers. He jumped to his feet as though I'd threatened to burn him with a hot poker. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Irritation cramped my insides and I rolled my eyes, deigning to ignore him while I shrugged out of the shirt. Goosebumps appeared on my bare torso and I shivered slightly from the cool dampness of the sewers. With some effort, I slowly began tearing off long strips of white.