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And then he gives me a huge smile, and I forget everything heinous he’s ever said to me, and while he knows that I am putty in his hands he goes, “So there’s an interview tomorrow at the broadcasting station.”
“I thought that shit blew up,” I grumble.
“Well… yeah but they rebuilt it like four months ago.”
“Yeah, but then… I thought it blew upa secondtime,” I say.
“No, it didn’t. Please don’t blow it up.”
“What if—”
August unjustly shakes his head. “No what-ifs.”
“Accidentally—”
“Like you accidentally tossed the reporter in the river?”
I smirk. “Come on, August. You can’t expect me to change in one day.”
“It’s been six months.”
“Yeah, in hero time. Like one day in villain time.”
He grins at me as he sits down in a chair that faces me. “I have a feeling this is going to take a while, so I’ll take a seat right here.”
“You’re smart too. The whole package.”
“That’s me.” Zacia seems to think that sitting on his lap is a better idea than staring at me while I look at books, so she jumps onto him. He cocks his head when he reads her shirt, but he secretly loves it.
I head over to the shelf to begin my adventure before glancing over my shoulder to see August still watching me. He gives me a smile that just delights me because I’m an absolute sucker for his love. “Whatchu watching?”
“Just the sexiest man alive.”
“Oh? Who’s that?” I ask as I feign looking around.
“It’s a secret.”
Seeing as August is the head hero in the city—and by extension I have some weird “kind of a hero but kinda awful at it” title—people aren’t allowed within several feet of us, even out in public. After his adoring fans nearly caused some people to die, there was a strict policy put in place. It means that every time we go out, there are all these crazy fans in heat staring at us but keeping a respectable ten feet from us. I suggested we hire a man with a tape measure to verify that everywhere we go because I thought it’d be amusing, but Valerie shot it down pretty quickly.
August is shockingly used to it, and them constantly crowding around us doesn’t even faze him, while I still,occasionally,toss someone across the roomaccidentallyif I feel like they get too close or if their face irritates me, or if they say something annoying, or if they do something irritating… I really don’t need much of an excuse.
“So if I go to this broadcasting hell, what do I get in return? I need something to look forward to or I won’t be able to handle it,” I say.
“What do you want?”
“You naked.”
His small crowd of onlookers gasp. They’re little perverts like me, clearly.
“Hmm… but you already get that whenever you want,” he says, and there’s another gasp. Dear god, these are some thirsty bitches.
“True… I want to ride in one of those swan boat thingies together. You know like people do in the movies on dates? Where you like pedal it around and stuff.”
August looks surprised as he nods. “Yeah, that sounds fun.”
“Naked.”
More gasping.
