Dark.
Normal.
Simultaneously, our heads turn towards the window, and there’s all of London. Future London, bright under a night sky, and between the buildings, there’s the flash of a full and yellow moon.
Everything’s crisp and clear, the normal life of a normal city. And through the many open windows all around us, people, normal people, walking around like nothing ever happened.
Breathing hard, August looks up at me, his smile a thousand times more gorgeous than all the rest of it. “Did we do it? Did we save the multiverse?”
“With sex like that?” I drag in deep breaths, marvelling at the spectacle of him. “I think it’s the only explanation.”
I bend down and kiss his beautiful grin. “Slayer, you’re the sexiest genius I ever met.”
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
GOOD AUGUST
TAKE ME HOME
By the time August has settled down next to me on the plush bed covers, I’m sincerely debating how hard it would be to stay here in the future with him. Exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe the state I’m in. Stress, death, interdimensional travel, a sincere lack of food, the amount of times my life has been threatened in the last few days… but above all, so much sex. So much wonderful and grand sex. I’m spent. I need a long sleep and a good cuddle…
He lifts his face from my shoulder to kiss my cheek. His lips send that same familiar and wonderful tingle through me.
Yeah, I’ll be good to go again soon.
My hand slides over his ass, I kiss him back, then my stomach drops through the entire forty-four stories of this building when I hear the door lock slide open.
Chill terror freezes my limbs as voices break into our peace. The wheels of suitcases, footsteps…
The pair of us dive naked off the bed, searching for August’s discarded robe. We barely have time to cover ourselves, and even then, only the parts that really count, before a shocked man and woman walk into the room, staring at us like… like they’ve just discovered fucking twins. Literally.
“Oh my god!” she wails.
“What the fuck is this?” he shouts.
“Wrong room?” I try.
She makes a squealing sound and whirls back into the other room, while her partner stands there looking at us as if he’s witnessed a horrible accident.
“Forty-four eleven?” she shouts.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, that’s us. My room key is on the coffee table.”
“Oh my god!” she whines.
“Is he your…brother?” the man exclaims in horror.
I look to August for help. Maybe people know about interdimensional travel in this world. Maybe this isn’t that weird? Maybe I should just tell him?
“Cousin,” says August. His face is perfectly at ease, deadpan, except for a little sparkle in his eyes.
Laughter forms like a big noxious bubble in my chest, working its way up and up. I bite down on my lip hard.
“Disgusting!” the man announces. He gives us one final glare that could melt steel, then the pair of them drag their suitcases out, and the door closes with a soft hotelfwoomp.
August’s robe falls to the floor when I put extra effort into slapping his arm. “What did you tell them that for?”
“Come on. There was no getting out of that. At least now they have a story to tell.”
