"Pike, Christopher - Whisper Of Death.(1991)TXT" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

were standing on a moon circling Saturn. Pepper had
never taken astronomy either, so we had a hard time
finding anything specific. Yet, to me, everywhere we
looked there was something. Stars, thousands of stars.
It made me wish I was an astronaut, a Goddess,
anything but a poor girl in a poor town with no future.
I sighed as I removed my eye from the telescope
eyepiece.

"Do you think there's anyone out there?" I asked
Pepper, my eyes staring straight up.

"No one human." He came up behind me and put
his hands on my shoulders. I leaned back and rested
my head in the hollow of his shoulder. The night was
magic, the silence perfect. I was happy right then,
really happy, but sad, too, because I knew the happi-
ness wouldn't last. It never does.

"Would that be so bad?" I asked, my gaze millions
of light-years away, his breath warm and close on my
cheek.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Would it be so bad if they weren't human-as long
as they were kind?"
He pulled me around gently until I was facing him.
"You're beautiful, Rox. You deserve a sky full of kind
stars."

I laughed lightly. "Don't talk. You sound stupid
when you do."

"What should I do then?"

"Kiss me."

He kissed me. I made him do it. It was good, too
good.

He took me back to the reservoir that Friday night
after work. We didn't bring the telescope, but we had
the place to ourselves again. We skinny-dipped in the
cool water. We kissed some more, and I let him touch
my breasts, but we didn't make love. Or maybe we did
make love because I was already in love with him. I
don't know why. The best love never has a reason. I
just had to look at him and there was no reason to look
anywhere else.