His hand slides over my back, and my entire body reacts to him.
Resist? There is no resist. It’s a physical force as strong and natural as gravity.
I want to be angry. But apart from all his nice words and the insurmountable attraction I feel to him, I have to admit, I knew. I did. I knew what was going on, and that’s why I asked him so many times if we could touch. The time slip, the time loop, all the weirdness, last night in bed…
I begged him not to stop, when I knew what was happening wasn’t normal.
The tremor of guilt fails to water down the tingles the memory of fucking August shoots through me.
Damn, that sex was so hot.
I have never in my entire life experienced anything like that. Nothing close to that pleasure. It was supernatural. There’s no other word for it. It was beyond imagination. It was all-encompassing, complete and utter bliss.
Fuck, I need to try to feel more guilty.
But he kisses me, and that brings it back a thousandfold.
I worry I might actually burn the world just for another night with him.
“Could you please stop touching?” Shashi asks, voice taut, on the edge of tolerance.
“Right. Sorry.” August steps away. My body slightly tilts over, like he’s a magnet pulling me, so I plant my feet hard.
“Sorry.” But I still press my lips together, running my tongue along the inside seam just for a taste of him.
“When you two are together,” Shashi recommences, with an irritated lecturer’s tone, her Sri Lankan accent coming a little thicker in her sternness, “you’re creating a ‘friction point.’”
“I’ll say,” August mutters to me under his breath.
I think I’ve turned a brighter red than the sky we destroyed with amazing sex last night. I still don’t feel bad enough. What’s wrong with me? I should really wipe this filthy smile off my face.
“Shut up, please.” Shashi strides across the small room to their large dining table. “What’s happening is, you’re energising all the particles around you whenever you’re together. It radiates out from you, creating a wave of chaos from that epicentre. It’s bad enough that you’re both in the same city, let alone kissing. And I can pretty much guess what happened last night.”
If I hadn’t had sex with almost every person in this room, I’d die at this point. But I have. So I ask brightly, “Do you have any solutions, then?”
“Stop fucking for one,” Assassin August suggests, his voice really unnecessarily judgmental.
“No!” I snap out, mostly because I don’t like the way he spoke. I mean, maybe we should stop fucking, but that’s none of his business. You know, besides his mission to prevent multiversal apocalypse.
“The world is literally ending,” Shashi reminds us, which yeah, I know.
Jon comes back with some tea, a cup of which he pushes at me. “Was it really that good?” He shoots Amber a ‘look’ and she drops her head to hide the smirk.
“I’m not answering that,” I reply. Yet I can’t help but try to assuage this guilt a half second later with, “Yes! Yes, okay, it was that good. And I’m sorry about the sky. No one told me that might be a consequence.” I slightly glare at August again.
“I genuinely did not know that would happen,” my August protests. “I mean, I knew it might affectsomething, but not specifically that, and not this badly.”
“Maybe if you studied it like a—oh, I don’t know—like ascientist?”
“Why is this August such an asshole?” my August cries.
“Just trying to save the multiverse,” he snipes back.
“It’s not like I’mtryingto destroy it!”
“Well, that’s a shame, because you’d be really fucking good at that!”
“Jesus! Can you see him?” August turns his whole body in my direction, holding both hands out to point at me. “Are you fucking blind? Look at him!”
