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“If I was trying to seduce you, I wouldn’t need your feet to do it,” he said. “I just have the urge to touch you. If you don’t want me to, I won’t.”
Oh.
Well, when he put it like that…
I scooted to the far side of the swing, adjusting the pillows before I lifted my feet onto his lap. “They’re all yours.”
His lips curved upward, just a little. “Now you’re speaking my language.”
I laughed. “I think I like you, Auggie.”
Eli had used the nickname to bother him, but I thought it was fun.
“I think I like you too, Fireball.”
He started rubbing my feet, and I fought a groan.
Maybe there was a reason foot rub translated to sex.
It took me a few minutes to adjust to the glorious feeling of his hands working my feet before I managed to focus on my work again. But, I eventually got sucked back into my project.
The next few hours passed quickly, and soon enough, August was stepping away to make lunch. I missed his touch immediately, but survived the few minutes apart with minimal pain and sweating. When he came back with peanut butter and banana sandwiches, I murmured my thanks and kept working, taking bites when he nudged my feet to remind me to eat.
After we were done, I went back to work.
And he went back to massaging me.
It was the most I’d ever enjoyed schoolwork in my life.
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ELODIE
It was late in the afternoon when August finally released my feet again and told me he needed to make dinner. My brain felt a little mushy, so I closed my laptop and left it on the swing, following him into the kitchen.
He cooked by memory, so I followed his instructions, working with him so we could stay together. Though the main purpose was to avoid the pain and sweatiness that would accompany heat, I liked cooking with him.
It was kind of relaxing.
And for a few minutes, I let myself believe that the way he constantly sought me out, touching my hips, arms, and face every chance he had, was just because he liked doing so.
I knew it wasn’t true, but it made me feel nice to believe it anyway.
And I was still wearing his shirt, so it wasn’t like I looked really hot or seductive.
When we sat down to eat together, his bare feet brushed mine. It was to keep the heat at bay—but I liked it.
We ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes before I asked, “Are you going to let me see you in your dragon form?”
He studied me before he answered. “What will you give me in exchange?”
“What do you want?”
There was another moment of silence before he said, “A kiss.”
“How much of a kiss?”
His chest rumbled. “As much as you’ll give me.”
