“Do we have to?” slipped out of Calvin’s lips as he shook, still upset by the scene in the basement and the gray’s attack, perhaps surprised that Ben didn’t seem affected by the event in the slightest.
The SGM star turned to him, winked, and said, “You’re with me now. You’ll be okay. I won’t let anything alien hurt you. I promise.”
* * * *
No more purple. The three words surfaced in Calvin’s mind as he stood beside Ben at the edge of the wheat field. Their hips touched and their masculine frames were locked together by their arms. A fresh wheat smell from the field camouflaged their sweaty odors.
The sky’s blueness mixed with golden sunshine purred over him like a kitten. He stared into the heavens and looked for a saucer, two saucers, or anything that resembled a UFO, but didn’t see a
