Sharon was convinced that her boyfriend was an alien.
It first occurred to her while they were sitting in her apartment, watching a movie. Sharon was resting her head in his lap and wasn't paying any mind to the pixellated screen. Instead, she focused on Leyton's gorgeous physique. He was fixated on the screen, his hand absent-mindedly rubbing her arm.
Admiring his face, she noticed the way his eyes blinked. For a long time he held them open, practical two or three minutes. Then, when he blinked, his lids closed and opened twice. When they opened the first time, his eyes were bright purple, but then his lids closed again and when they opened, his eyes were back to normal. Sharon brushed it off as a hallucination at first, but as she kept watching his face, she realized that it wasn't a figment of her imagination as it happened again and again and again.
She had meant to ask him about it, but after the movie ended, Leyton seduced her and it didn't occur to her until she awoke in his arms the next morning. Like always, he was snoring in her ear. Though it was a very soft snore, almost like a purring and it made Sharon's body relax in his arms, cinched tightly around her waist.
When she stirred, his arms automatically tightened, but loosened as he woke up and became aware of his surroundings. She had turned around in his arms, about to interrogate him about his strange blinking eyes, but he kissed her. That was when she noticed two things. First, his lips always tasted like almost ripened strawberries-very sour, yet somehow sweet. Second, when he grinned, after he kissed her, she could see a slightly bluish residue in his mouth. When he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth though, it was gone. Sharon had no idea what to think about it.
One night, they were at a bar. A very drunk man had begun hitting on her and Leyton became jealous. When the man wouldn't leave her alone, Leyton pushed him away. The man responded with his fists. Soon most of the bar had erupted into chaos. Sharon cowered to one side and watched as Leyton threw punches at random drunk strangers. One guy hit him with a bottle to the back of the head. When he could, Leyton got both of them out of there and onto the street where they hurried home in the rain.
Back at his apartment, Leyton went into the bathroom. Sharon followed. He began pulling out glass fragments from the back of his head. She had watched blatantly as he pulled a rather large piece out. It was about three inches long and had been deeply imbedded in his skin. She wondered how it hadn't touched his skull. Only now did she realize that it should've penetrated his skull and killed him.
The most recent evidence had occurred today, when they were cooking dinner. Sharon was stirring pasta while Leyton was chopping tomatoes. He had not been paying attention and cut off his finger. Sharon had turned around when she heard him curse and was shocked to see him holding his severed bloody finger. As she looked on in stunned silence, Leyton pushed the severed extremity back onto the stub. The two pieces slowly seemed to merge together, the blood turning a slightly pinkish color and gaining what looked like the consistency of glue. Leyton walked over to the sink and held his finger under the water. When he pulled it away, all the blood was gone and the pink gluey looking substance slowly began to fade, the only trace left being a thin scar around his finger.
Sharon knew for a fact that that wasn't supposed to happen and gasped, though she really meant to scream. Leyton heard her and turned the stove off, leaving the half-cooked pasta to dry. Expertly, he steered her towards the living room and sat her on the couch. He rested on the coffee-table in front of her.
Sharon grabbed his hand and traced the scar around his finger, not sure what to make of it. Leyton just stared at her, allowing her to move his once severed finger any which way.
He began tentatively, "Sharon, I love you."
When she didn't respond, but stared at him with a blank expression, he moved over to sit next to her on the couch. Sharon tried to scramble back, away from him, but he pulled her close, and kissed her, entangling his hands in her shoulder-length mousy brown hair. Like always, she fell immediately under his spell. His tongue traced along her teeth as the kiss deepened. He pushed her back so she was lying on the couch and straddled her. His lips moved from hers to trace along her jaw. Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck and embedded her hands into his shaggy golden mane. He took it as a cue and moved down her neck, pushing her shirt off her shoulders to suck on her skin. Leyton had never given her a hickey before, and she wondered why since it felt so nice.