August frowned. “What’s all that about, anyway? Me? I could have been gone before—”
“Not you,” he said quickly, leaning closer to her so that he could press a kiss to the line of her silk wrap, and her temple. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she grinned around the piece of bacon she’d just popped in her mouth. “We’re just … having a moment. We don’t have a lot of those, so when we do, it’s bad.”
“How bad?”
He leaned back in his chair, giving her a nice view of the white T-shirt that stretched across his broad, defined chest from the movement. “We’re not used to being apart.”
“I heard he’s going back to Toronto—that’s where you’re from?”
“Canadian through and through … well, Ma comes from Chicago. A Rossi, married a Guzzi.”
Oh, wow.
Okay, that made more sense about his last name the night before.
Huh.
She thought about the different things she had noticed between the twins. From their similar styles, the matching haircuts, even their bathroom … “You know, it’s normal to be two individuals, Beni.”
He gave her a look.
August shrugged. “I don’t know if anyone’s told you that or not, but there’s nothing wrong with being you, and him being … him.”
Beni’s brow knotted.
“What?” she asked.
“We’re more like an … us.”
Yeah, but maybe that was part of the problem?
August opted not to say anything.
It wasn’t her place.
And her ma would have told her right then and there, you let others figure out their business, because it’s not yours, honey.
“How long are you planning on being in the city?” he asked.
August smiled. “A bit.”
“And that is …?”
“Three weeks, maybe. My vacation is for another two, but I had a week extra added on for an assignment I’m working on for Bared Brands magazine.”
“A journalist?”
She thought about that for a second …
“Trying to be,” she admitted. “That’s what I wanted, but something focused on media, and culture, and the effect it has on society. I had a focus, but for the last three years, I’ve not gone anywhere.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Well, not for much longer.”
All at once, Beni leaned his wholebody toward her, filling up her space with his intoxicating presence and scent. He really was all man, and she felt it. Every single part of her. He kissed the corner of her mouth, making August let out a pleased hum, in response. She turned her head to the side just enough to catch his lips with her own kiss, and damn … it hit her all over as he reminded her just what he could do with nothing more than his mouth and tongue.
Even when it warred with hers.