Project X

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© 2015 Luna Black

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A broken heart had different ways of healing. Some buried themselves in alcohol, others in sex or addictive activities, like gambling or drugs. Others sought for things that would remind them of what they lost and others searched for pain.

No matter what the person did; everyone had a different way of dealing with their broken heart.

There were a few lucky people who managed to heal their heart in a short amount of time. It all depended on what they loss and how important it was to them. And there were others who were not lucky at all and died with their broken heart or died because of their broken heart.

Finally, there were those who didn't feel much; they didn't feel pain or sadness. They just tormented themselves with what ifs and after an amount of time, those what ifs would disappear and the person was allowed a sense of relief.

Alexa was one of those people.

After her release from the hospital she was swarmed by love from those who cared for her and the pain from the loss of what could have been, slowly subdued. Her mind was so occupied by getting back into routine and opening up to the new things that her life as Queen had to offer, that she had very little time to think of what ifs.

But at night, when Xander would still be in his office trying to sort his duties out, she would place her hand over her stomach and wonder what could have been. She wondered what the gender of the baby was and she would ask herself what she would have wanted it to be.

If it was a boy, would it look and act like Xander? If it was a girl, would she be unlucky enough to have her mother's qualities?

At first she would break down in tears and beg the unborn child for forgiveness, but as weeks went by, she learned to forgive herself. She had forgiven Xander from the mouth out, but a part of her still resented his actions – and after she forgave herself, she was able to forgive him.

Maybe it was self-justification or maybe she was right, but if their child had been born at the point in life they were at, she didn't know how she would have cared for him. She was only twenty-two years old and she hadn't experienced life to the fullest.

In her mind, she wouldn't have learned to appreciate the little she had if she hadn't been reminded that it could be lost in the blink of an eye.

Xander provided her with anything she could ever desire and she forgot that with a snap of Fate's fingers, she could lose it all.

The loss of her child reminded her of that and she was grateful for everything she had. It was like a sudden emotion of happiness that she felt, as if a huge weight had lifted off her shoulders.

Alexa walked out from the shower, droplets of water running down her head and unto the carpet. She tightened the towel around her body and searched for a pair of underwear and a matching bra; she settled for black lace.

It wasn't a special occasion in her eyes. She was turning twenty-three and she would spend it in her living room watching reruns of The Mentalist.

She placed the towel on her bed to put on her undergarments and then walked over to her oval mirror to untangle her dripping wet hair. Her bright green eyes watched as droplets of water ran down her shoulders, over her collarbone and disappeared in the material of the bra.

Her eyes gazed down towards the two scars on her upper body and she lightly traced them. The one that had been caused by a piece of plastic – from a human soldier's gun – in her ribcage was almost non-existent and very small, she could barely see it.

The one below her belly button was dark against her skin light skin and it protruded out a bit, making a somewhat strange small bump on her skin. Like the one on her ribcage, her thigh's scar was slowly fading, but it left a long gash down the side of her thigh.

"So beautiful," Xander whispered, placing his hands on her waist as he kissed around the tattoo on her shoulder gently.

Alexa smiled, closing her eyes as she leaned back into his arms and sighed contently. "I thought you were working late tonight."

He shook his head, wrapping his arm around her waist a little tighter. His warm breath brushed past her soft spot as he spoke, "I left Dram in charge; I wanted to devote today to you."

A giggle escaped her mouth as his lips tickled the tender skin of her neck and said, "I was just going to watch TV."

"Nonsense," Xander shook his head, turning her around so that she was looking into his eyes, "I made a reservation in an elegant restaurant Jordan recommended and I am taking you out on a 'date'."

Her giggles turned into a full laughter. "You guys go out on dates?"

"No," he smiled, caressing her cheek tenderly, "but it is customary for your people, is it not? I was reading a report that said human females liked to be taken out and 'showered with lavish gifts'."

Alexa grinned, pressing a soft peck to his lips and wrapped her arms around her neck. "I'm going to have to start supervising what you read. Next thing I'll know you'll read 50 Shades of Grey and start beating me with a stick."

His eyes widened, filled with disgust and he shook his head. "How many times will I have to tell you that I would never raise my hand to hurt you? Unless that is what you are interested in when we are going to engage in sexual liaisons..." His eyes glimmered with humour and mischief.

Although his choice of words was somewhat comical, she liked that he was trying to joke around with her; it made what he said funnier.

"Mm," she mused, biting his bottom lip teasingly, "I don't mind a couple of spanks, but I'm sure Anastasia would trade Christian if she got a taste of you. Not that I'd let her, of course," she huffed, "but you're better than any mainstream man in the media."

He chuckled, cupping her face with his hands and leaned down to kiss her gently. After almost losing each other, those kisses felt different than the ones they shared before. These were more magical than fairies shïtting pixie dust.

They made her toes curl and a warm sensation rush through her veins like molten lava. She was in total and complete awe of the Alien that was currently kissing her like if she were his world.

She loved him so much; it sometimes hurt her to think about not filling out the survey. It was the best mistake of her life and she had done plenty.

Xander hoisted her up in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as he sat her on the bureau and kissed her deeply. His touch against her skin became rougher, hungrier and she loved it all. His teeth grazed her bottom lip lightly as he persuaded her to open her mouth to him.

Alexa trembled in his arms, the passion overtaking every bit of her. Kissing him was like a drug and sleeping with him was her cocaine. Her arms wrapped tighter around him and her fingers tightened around his smooth hair, pulling him closer to her.

He slowed down their desperate kisses, almost teasing her into moaning and then lowered down to her jaw.

"Who the hell needs to breathe?" Alexa gasped, allowing her head to fall back against her shoulders as she arched her back to press her breasts against his chest.

Xander chuckled, the vibrations of it tickling her skin and he suckled on her neck hard enough to leave a love bite. "If I had not made the reservations, I would have eaten you for dinner."

Alexa widened her eyes, pulling away from him abruptly to look at him. "That has got to be the sexiest thing you have ever said to me."

He grinned, pressing a soft peck to her lips and said, "I am learning from the best."

She laughed, feeling her cheeks turning a slight twinge of pink and said, "Your dirty talk is slightly improving."

Then he did something that she'd never thought she'd see. Xander winked at her and she blinked slowly, feeling stunned.

He frowned, waving his hands in front of her eyes and said, "Mielle, is something the matter? Did I do something incorrectly?"

She slowly shook her head, her eyes still wide and when she managed to snap out of her dramatic shock, she moaned, "Damn. Damn. Damn. That was...oh my gosh, Xander, you have a panty-dropping wink. Don't you ever wink in public! I will stab a bïtch that feels like I feel right now."

His frown deepened; his expression full of misunderstanding. "So, I did the erroneous thing?"

"No," she laughed, "but if you ever wink at me again, be ready to assume responsibility." She urged forward on the bureau to be closer and pressed her core against his hard-on. "If anyone calls you tonight for work, I'm flipping shït. We haven't had sex in four months and your Queen is getting impatient."

His eyes flashed pitch black and his voice came out growled – full of lust. "I like that you acknowledge that you are my Queen."

"Then," she pulled on his belt, yanking him even closer and deepened her voice with desire, "you should treat me like one."

Xander sucked in a breath as she swiped her tongue down his neck, fuelling the craving he felt for her, but fought it off and groaned, "Alexa, please, I want to take you out to eat."

"I have all the food I could ever eat right here," she breathed near his ear, grinding her centre against his.

His chest trembled as he groaned and as much as it killed him to push her away, he did. "Let me do this for you. I can skip desert in the restaurant and have you here."

She sighed, nodding reluctantly and said, "But if you keep speaking to me like that, I'll just want to jump your bones."

Xander flashed her a grin, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and said, "I am going to shower and get ready, alright?"

"Okay," she sighed, hopping off the bureau and started untangling her hair. After he walked into the bathroom to take a shower, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her before walking towards her room.

All her clothes were still in the room he had placed her in first. She never slept in it anymore because Xander's bed was much more comfortable, but didn't feel the need to move all her clothes into his closet.

She hummed quietly as she searched through the closet for something to wear. Most of the dresses seemed to be casual and as she continued searching in the deeper end, she felt something smooth under her fingers.

Alexa pushed the other clothes out of her way and pulled the dress from the rack. Her eyes widened at how beautiful the dress was and she squealed. Xander couldn't have been the person to choose her clothes; the dress was revealing – elegant – but revealing.

She dropped the towel where she was standing and threw the hanger on the bed. After pulling the zipper on the side down, she slowly stepped into it, loving how soft the fabric felt against her smooth legs.

Part of her had been wishing for some birthday sex so she had made sure that the only hair in her body was on her head and face. She had even tweezed her eyebrows and waxed the little blonde hairs above her upper lip.

The dress was styled with a low V-neck that revealed the top of her breasts and reached just to the middle of her thighs. It was tight and very soft with a type of lingerie fabric over the material. From her waist was another skirt, which reached the floor and revealed most of her right leg.

The skirt was almost a transparent black and it flowed down her legs elegantly. The top of the dress was so tight against her chest, that it pushed her breasts together and made them seem fuller and sturdier than they really were.

Not that she didn't have full and sturdy breasts, but the dress managed to emphasize every curve and body part she had in a sexy, but elegant way.

Alexa turned her back to the mirror, trying to see how it looked on the back and she let out another excited squeal. It was cut just low enough to hide her bra, but it showed most of her freckled back.

Xander walked in, buttoning the cuffs on his shirt, with a frown on his face and stopped to admire the beautiful woman in front of him. "You look breathtakingly beautiful, mielle."

She grinned, turning to look at him and said, "Right? I-" Her jaw dropped open and she stopped midsentence to look at him. Her eyes were wide and she gulped slowly.

Xander was wearing a white buttoned down shirt with black slacks. His shirt was crisp and neatly tucked in, but what made him seem hotter was his tattoos. They were so dark against his skin that they could be seen through the white fabric of his shirt.

"Jesus Christ!" She gasped, "Xander...you're not going anywhere dressed like that!"

He frowned, glancing down at himself and said, "What is wrong with my attire? I understood that this was the form of clothing you wore to restaurants of high class."

"No," she shook her head, eyeing him with hungry eyes, "I am not letting anyone see you like that. Do you know how many girls and guys are going to have heart attacks?!"

He chuckled, finally understanding why she was against his wardrobe and said, "Mielle, I have eyes only for you. It does not matter to me who looks or what they say; as long as you like how I look, I am content."

Alexa pouted her lips, running her fingers alongside his buttons, loving how she could still feel his abs and said, "I will stab someone, Xander, I don't think you know me well. If they say something or do something," she took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she tried to calm her raging hormones, "they better not do anything. They can look, but if they come five feet closer to you, I will yank their hair out."

"Alexandra," he caressed her face, his eyes shining with happiness, "no one will be looking at me. All eyes will be on you; you will cause people to have cardiac arrests."

"That was so sweet," she grinned, "super-cheesy, but sweet."

His grin widened and he shrugged. "They can look at you all they want; I do not mind. After all, you will be screaming my name tonight; not theirs."

She laughed, loud and exuberant. "I honestly need to supervise the things you read. I like it though; it's teaching you how to talk dirty to me."

He chuckled shaking his head and she turned around to look for jewellery to wear. "I was going to gift you this later on, but seeing you right now, I know that you should wear it." He walked over to his room to grab the jewellery box and then handed it to her.

It was medium sized and black with no lettering on the cover. She smiled at him as she slowly opened it and gushed at the silver set.

Xander scratched the back of his neck embarrassingly and said, "I saw your search history online and I saw this. Kelly said that I was unintelligent if I did not realise that you were leaving me a hint."

"I wasn't," she laughed, placing the box on the bureau to gently choose the bracelet. "I accidently clicked on this stupid ad and it took me to their website."

He nodded and said, "I have seen those stupid advertisements. There is one that always confuses me; it says that there are a lot of females in my area interested in me. I do not know why they think I care because I love you, but it is really irritating."

"Ads are stupid," she grumbled, struggling to close the clasp. After she finally got it, she asked Xander to put the necklace on. She held her hair up so he could clasp it together and then smiled at her reflection.

The necklace was small with hundreds of little diamonds engraved in it and it was also short, so it resembled a choker. The bracelet was the exact same style, but a little thicker on her wrist.

Xander pushed her hair to her left shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to her tattoo. Instead of getting something that would remind her of the battle, she tattooed الملاك الصغير to remember the child she lost. It was Arabic for little angel.

It was on her back, near the curve of her neck, but right on her shoulder. The lettering wasn't huge or thick, it was big enough to cover most of her shoulder blade and she loved it.

Xander had gotten the same thing, but right above his heart. Alexa had wanted it above her heart, but her breasts were too tender at the time they got them so she settled for her back.

"So beautiful," he whispered, kissing her smooth skin lightly, "I am going to finish getting ready."

Alexa nodded, searching for lotion to put on and perfume. After she finished making sure she smelled mouth-wateringly, she brushed her drying hair and decided to let it air dry. When it dried, it had some nice natural curls and she didn't really want to mess with her straightener.

The good thing about being an artist was that she knew what colours went good with her skin and which ones didn't. Bright red looked extremely sexy on her lips; the colour accentuated them and added an almost sensual look to her features.

For her eyes she chose a dark eye shadow, but a colour that would help emphasise her green eyes and added a twinge of silver to make them stand out. After swapping a couple of layers of mascara, she popped her lips and stepped back.

She looked like a grown woman; elegant and extremely sexy and she loved it all.

After she was done adding a bit of pink blush, she walked over to her closet and mumbled what she thought of the shoes as she looked over them. A pair of black pumps caught her eye and she hoped that they wouldn't crush her feet.

They were surprisingly comfortable and the heel wasn't extremely big; Xander was still taller than her by a couple of inches.

Xander walked in, buttoning his suit jacket and said, "You look so beautiful, Alexandra; I do not think that I will be capable of keeping my eyes off you."

She grinned, walking up to him to place her hands on his chest and said, "All for you, baby."

He pecked her lips gently and said, "Are we ready to proceed?" Alexa nodded, taking his hand in hers and he walked them towards the kitchen. "I hope it is alright that I have to teleport us there."

"Completely fine with me," she smiled, wrapping her other hand around his bicep. She closed her eyes, not wanting to throw up on her gorgeous dress.

Xander lowered his hand to her back, guiding her towards the entrance of the restaurant. It looked to be in upscale New York; she couldn't be sure, but she knew it was in the city.

It was a little cold, but the snow in the streets was melting and Xander wasted no time in getting her inside the restaurant. Grand chandeliers illuminated the lavish restaurant and exotic flowers brought about a refreshing scent to the room. She figured that it would smell like food, but the wall that separated the waiting room from the floor seemed to also block out the smells.

After the couple in front of them were guided towards a table, Xander smiled at the waitress politely and she blinked.

"H-Hello, welcome to Buen Vino; do you guys have any reservations?"

He nodded. "I believe we are under Nix."

"Right here," she flushed, smiling up at him nervously, "okay, Mr. and Mrs. Nix a waiter will come right away to guide you to your seats." The redheaded smiled at Alexa and she forced one back.

If she could eat Xander with her eyes, the girl would've and Alexa was using most of her tolerance in order not to smack her with the waiting list. She just needed to remind herself that the girl was just looking; no harm in that.

"Good afternoon," An older man walked up to them, bowing his head in respect, "my name is Fabian and I will be your server today. Follow me right this way, please."

Xander lightly pushed Alexa to walk in front of him and raised his eyebrow at any man that stared at her. She seemed completely oblivious to the stares; she was too busy thinking of what to order and looking at the floor so that she wouldn't step on her dress and trip.

"Here you are," Fabian waited for them to sit in the small table and handed them a pair of menus, "here are your menus. They are in Spanish so if there is something–"

"No se preocupe," Xander spoke effortlessly, "yo comprendo el español perfectamente."

"Great," Fabian smiled, "would you want something to drink or do you prefer looking over the menu first?"

"I don't want anything fancy," she shrugged, "a Sprite with a slice of lemon will do."

He quickly jotted her request down and turned to Xander. "And for you, sir?"

"A glass of water."

Fabio nodded, placing his notebook and pen in his apron pockets and bowed before walking towards another table. He was tall with dark hair and bright hazel eyes; they almost looked glazed as if he were tired or doing drugs.

"This is nice," she smiled at him after a while of silence as they both took in the beauty of the restaurant.

He nodded and opened the menu. "Is there anything you would like to eat?"

"Chicken," she quickly responded, "any dish with chicken; well-cooked and grilled."

Xander chuckled and nodded. "There is pasta," he looked over the menu quickly, "quesadillas, rice, noodles, boiled plantains, meat-stuffed bread, and spaghetti."

"Mm," she tapped her chin, "I think I'm going with the quesadillas. We come to a five-star restaurant so that I can eat something that I can make at home."

He grinned, shrugging an arm and said, "You can order anything you want, mielle."

"Meh," she sighed, "I want to eat them. What about you?"

"I believe I am going to eat the vegetarian pasta."

Alexa grimaced. "That sounds disgusting. I don't have anything against vegetarians, but I love meat too much to ever give it up."

Before he could reply to her comment, Fabian arrived with their drinks and asked if they were read to order. When they finished ordering, Xander turned all his attention to Alexa. He had kept his promise; he couldn't take his eyes off her.

She looked astoundingly beautiful and it made him extremely happy to have her by her side.

"You know," she sighed, placing her hands over his, "you're extremely strange and I love it. I want to thank you for putting up with me these past couple of months. I know I'm crazy and annoying sometimes, but you just...you're amazing. You have this way of dealing with me and your patience is the best."

Xander smiled at her, caressing her hands gently and said, "Alexa, when you are in love with someone you do everything in your power to make them content. I do have my flaws, but I will always try to better myself for you."

She narrowed her eyes, a smile still on her face. "Please, the only flaw you have is thinking that you have flaws. You're freaking perfect."

Fabian appeared with their food in large oval trays and his forced smile. He did not look very happy to be working at that moment. "Your pasta sin carne, sir." He placed the plate in front Xander and then turned to Alexa. "And your quesadillas sin tomate, miss."

"Thanks," she smiled, unwrapping the cutlery from the cute arrangement in the napkin.

"Is there anything else you would like to order?" They both shook their heads and he bowed before turning away. "Buen provecho."

After he was gone, Alexa leaned closer to Xander and whispered, "What did he say?"

He chuckled, stabbing a piece of broccoli before popping it in his mouth. "To enjoy our food, mielle."

"Oh," she nodded, "gracias." She grinned widely, feeling proud of herself for remembering something from Spanish class. Although saying thanks was common and almost everyone knew it, but something was something.

Xander laughed, shaking his head in amusement and they began to eat in a comfortable silence. They would make small talk about the taste of the food or the elaborate decorations around the room.

Soft violin music was playing in the background and accompanying it was a beautiful melodious piano. The restaurant truly was beautiful and she was glad that Xander had been so sweet and tried to make her birthday special.

But as cheesy as it sounded being with him was special. He could make here laugh with just a smile and it was somewhat terrifying. How could she love someone so much?

By freaking doing it; and not the sexual kind. She could love him by doing just that; loving him.

"What are you thinking about?" She chirped, placing her fork on her plate.

He shrugged, smiling at her and said, "What do you think I am contemplating?"

"About how we ate and Fabian didn't offer us appetisers first?" She narrowed her eyes, shaking her head in disapproval.

He laughed, shaking his head at her in glee and said, "Yes, mielle, that is definitely what I am thinking about." He continued shaking his head, chuckling at her answer. He was so happy she was his partner; otherwise he would think she was crazy.

"What is in your mind?" Xander asked, pushing their plates aside so he could touch her hands without any obstacles in the way.

She grinned goofily. "Guess."

"Mm," he returned her smile, "about how content you are?"

"That ties in with it; I'm thinking about how much I really like you."

Xander raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "Oh, is that all you feel for me?"

Alexa shrugged, looking around nonchalantly and said. "Eh, I feel a little bit of lust. But that's it; no more."

"Just a diminutive amount?" He whispered and swiftly grabbed her leg with his hands. He winked at her, making her bite her bottom lip as he trailed his fingers up and down her calf teasingly. "Are you certain?"

"Xander!" She hissed a whisper and groaned a little towards the end. "I don't know how you Aliens are when you're in public, but we can't get freaky in front of everyone."

"Not everyone can see what I am doing," he smirked.

She gasped. "What have those books done to you?!" He chuckled and she whispered, "I like it."

"How is the food?" Fabian appeared from thin air. "Can I get you anything else?"

Alexa yanked her leg from Xander's hands, smacking her knee against the table and turned a dark shade of red. Fabian raised an eyebrow, trying his best to keep from laughing and she began to cough erratically. "S-sorry," she grabbed the toppling glass and looked away from him.

Smooth, Alexa; very smooth.

"Would you like to order anything else, mielle?" Xander asked, his eyes flickering from pitch black to dark blue. But Fabian was looking at Alexa, waiting for her answer so he didn't notice.

"Not really," she squeaked out and cleared her throat, "no, no thank you."

The waiter turned to him. "And you, sir?"

"No, thank you," he replied smoothly, "at least not right now."

"Alright," Fabian smiled, "if there is anything you need let me know."

Xander nodded and Alexa waited until he was out of hearing range to hiss, "That was so mean! I feel like you poured jalapeño sauce all over me."

He frowned. "I do not understand. Why that type of sauce?"

She giggled and placed her leg on his lap again. He quickly placed his hands on them, massaging it sensually slow. "I mean I feel hot, Xander. Like," she lowered her voice so only he could hear her, "we need to go home right away."

He laughed, nodding and looked around for Fabian. "I do not see the waiter anywhere..."

"Fück it," Alexa stood up, "meet me in the bathroom." She stood up; swaying her hips suggestively and his eyes flashed a dark colour. He could smell the arousal growing in between her legs and it was not helping his lust for her.

She entered the women's bathroom and walked over to the large oval mirrors. The stalls were coloured a dark ruby red and the room smelled of potpourri mixed with a hint of vanilla. It was actually pretty relaxing.

There were only three stalls and they were all empty. She walked over to the furthest stall and opened the door. Perfect. It was clean and there was plenty of space for what she wanted to do.

The thought of savouring Xander for the first time in four months was exhilarating. She didn't exactly imagine it in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant, but it was exciting! He could easily teleport them home if anything occurred.

Xander teleported into the bathroom, rushing over towards her and they slammed the stall door shut. "Forgive me for taking so long, there was an older woman watching me and I could not enter the bathroom unnoticed."

She giggled, breathlessly as he crushed his lips against hers. The kiss was filled with fervid passion and the thought of getting caught made their rendezvous a little more spine-tingling.

Xander grabbed her jaw, pressing her body against the wall and snarled, "In my twenty-seven years of life, I have never loved anyone like I love you, Alexandra Dominick."

She moaned as he hoisted her up and slid her body up against the wall. His body felt taut alongside hers and she suddenly wished that there was a button that would have him naked in milliseconds.

Alexa grabbed his face, biting his bottom lip into her mouth as she ran her fingers through his smooth hair. Xander gently pushed her head to the side and began suckling on her neck. He swiped his tongue over her skin, making her shudder in pleasure and she tightened her legs around his waist, grinding her centre on his.

His bulge felt like it was going to burst through his boxers and it filled her with pride – more pleasure than anything – but she felt happy that he was that way because of her.

Xander's lips against her skin were sparking a hot white fire that felt like it would melt her. She didn't know if she wanted him to stop or if she wanted to continue with the foreplay.

They were so engulfed in their passionate kisses, that they didn't hear the door swinging open. An older woman gasped and held her hands over her mouth. "We have truly lost today's youth! You should be ashamed of yourselves! I am calling management right now!"

Xander was taller than the stalls.

She slammed the door behind her and Alexa burst out laughing breathlessly. Xander narrowed his black eyes and growled, "That was the woman that was watching me when I tried to come."

"Don't worry, baby," she breathed out, "I'll make you come when we get home."

He chuckled, pressing his lips against hers against and mumbled, "Can we go now? I am still hungry and I believe there is some desert waiting for me at home."

They never paid for the check.

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BOOM. THE – FUCKING – END.

I'm serious. That's it for Project X. Aren't they cute? And freaky haha. I have posted a NOTE of the sequel so y'all can add it to your library. Anything that was not answered here, will be answered in the next book or the third one.

Fun fact: a lot of you ask me how I came up with this story and I'll tell you now. None of you will believe me, but it's a true story, bruh. I was taking a shower right? Just singing my lungs out and our showerhead has this little hook thing that has all the soaps and shampoos they use (I'm weird and take my stuff to my room, haha) and I bent down to grab a hair clip of mine and the freaking bar of soap fell on my head. Guys I have NO idea how Aliens came to my mind, but as soon as I said "Ow!" I went like holy shit! What if aliens existed and were super-hot and abducted us because their women died. It was like a movie in my head and I felt like Sir Isaac Newton when he discovered gravity, hehe; except I discovered Xrion and Xander, hehe. So I will forever thank that ivory scented bar of soap for Xander.

A biiiggg thanks to my co-author Siobhan for helping me brainstorm the beginning of the book. And JulietteFrost for helping me come up with the title. And my baby rivers-and-stars for always listening to my rants and helping me plan out things. I love all of you guys! Lastly I want to thank you guys for joining me in this rocky trip. It's not over tho...so don't get off the rollercoaster yet c; we have a few more twists and turns ahead! And of course, I love y'all too!

YAY FOR TUMBLR EDITS! Credit to the person that got Alexa and Xander in one picture as if they were together.

GO ADD PROJECT SX TO YOUR LIBRARY IS UP IN MY PROFILE!