HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 137
 

“Guess I struck a nerve,” she said.

Angela felt her face redden.

“Shut up,” she said.

“Does… Does this mean you don’t want to marry me?” Genesis asked.

“No, I… I don’t not want to,” Angela stammered. “I just… It’s only been six months!”

“But I thought you loved me,” Genesis said.

“I do,” Angela said. “That doesn’t mean we….”

Genesis crossed her arms and turned away.

“Oh, come on,” Angela said.

For a moment, Angela thought Genesis was going to storm out. Instead she covered her mouth and snickered. Angela rolled her eyes.

“Genesis, that was cruel,” Vivian said. “There may be hope for you yet.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” Genesis said. “She’s so gullible.”

“Ha ha,” Angela muttered.

“There, there, honey,” Genesis said, rubbing Angela’s back. “You’ll catch on one of these days.”

“Maybe next time I’ll just read your mind,” Angela said. “Save myself the trouble.”

“I’ll be sure to think extra dirty thoughts, then,” Genesis said.

“Do your worst,” Angela said. “I’m not fazed by that stuff anymore.”

“Careful what you wish for,” Genesis said. “When it comes to kink, my imagination knows no bounds.”

“That’s a good trait to have,” Vivian said. “It was one of the reasons Angela’s father and I didn’t last. Could barely get him to try anything other than missionary and the occasional or—”

The candles erupted again, turning blue for a second before returning to normal. A couple murmured nervously from the next table.

“We should probably stop teasing her,” Genesis said. “At this rate, we’re going to end up with our eyebrows singed off.”

“It would be a good look for you,” Angela said.