This is a response to the following prompt on reddit. I had a lot of fun with it, not too happy with my verb tenses. I need an editor. (: About 5K words. The story was written the last couple days while streaming https://www.twitch.tv/wyrdewyn
Titan is one of the most powerful metas in the entire Solar system. Some quirk of her alien genetics gave her the best of everything in our corner of the galaxy in excessive quantities. And to be fair, she lives and breathes it with a level of joy and passion which infuriates me.
She is so damn happy. All the freaking time.
Like just now, when she punched me with her lips curved in a quirky grin. As if she were sharing a secret: *Watch this!*
I flew back, managing to angle my shield under the blow enough to miss a skyscraper. Another measure of my infuriation with the giddy twat. She is so high on power and righteousness she doesn’t realize how difficult it is to avoiding trashing a city during our fights.
More than a little of my irritation rose from how evenly matched we were. Magic verses alien meta-genetics. Her pure strength, innate durability, and supersonic speed coupled with an astounding healing factor against my versatility. In the right circumstances, I was one of the few opponents on Earth who could hurt her.
But to be honest, what I find truly aggravating is her beauty.
She’s not even freaking human, and she is damned gorgeous. Built like a goddess, tall as a supermodel, and sublimely elegant even in her costume’s ridiculous heels. I, a natural human, am a scrawny stick of a girl.
The world was convinced for the first ten years of my career I was a boy. The paparazzi who snapped those pictures of me in a Cancun hotel was charged with distributing CP.
Sure, I arranged the charges. He was a jerk. That they stuck, despite my *obviously* being over twenty years old? *Almost* as galling as the peels of laughter from Titan when a talk show host surprised her with the news.
At least Titan has one redeeming quality. She’s not very bright.
She gave me several seconds of rest as I flew through the air, all the time I needed to prepare layers of defenses, even an atta—eh? A strange noise caught my attention.
My phone pinged again.
“Hold up,” I said as she rushed me.
She powered through layers of magical shielding anyway. “What?” I think she looks like a goldfish when surprised—the rest of the world considers the expression endearing.
“Got a phone call,” I told her.
“Seriously?” She became a blur as she zipped around me, looking for weaknesses in the next layer of my shield.
“Hey! Don’t be rude. This is an important call. It’s a charity.” I wiggled the phone at her.
“Yeah, right.” She levered a layer of the shield away with a soft grunt. “What kind of charity would call you?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Her version of it, anyway.
“Don’t try sarcasm, dear. It doesn’t suit you. It’s Make-A-Wish.” I showed her the logo on the phone.
“You have got to be kidding me.” At least she stopped pulling on the shield.
“Why, you want to listen?”
She mimicked a gasping fish as she tried to process the concept charities would even *want* to contact me.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” A push of my thumb and the phone was in speaker mode.
I rather enjoyed her changing expressions as I talked to my contact at the charity.
“She said this is your tenth time this year!” She accused me after I hung up. During the conversation we’d drifted to a rooftop. I was tempted to stay on the parapet—but she still stood several inches above me.
“So?” I hopped down to the roof.
“They only ask me a couple times a year.”
“They’re probably afraid you’ll poke someone’s eyes out with those things.” I glanced up at her chest.
Her cheeks colored as her arms folded over her chest. “That’s not my fault! Earth is cold!”
“More seriously, a lot of people like the way you look—they just don’t want to be near you.”
Her stare was heated enough I worried about laser blasts. “But you kill people! Ruin economies! Destroyed that island! Did that,” she hesitated. Blushed again. “Those things. With those creatures.”
My shrug caused my hair to dance on my shoulders. “I don’t intimidate people. You do. Deal with it.” Is that a pout she turned on me? Hard to tell from my angle.
Okay. This conversation grew more enjoyable by the second. She presented me with an opportunity.
“So here’s the thing. You heard Ms. Clemmons. Little Sally is dying so I have to get there right away.” While it was true I received a lot of calls from the foundation, I was a last resort. So to speak. “Are you going to let me leave?”
The edge of the shield she gripped began to shatter under her strength.
“I can’t!” The words came from her like a curse. “I have to stop you.”
“This is Sally’s last wish.” My gentle tone gave the words a cutting edge.
“I can’t let you go! The things you’ll do after the visit.” Her head shook.
“I don’t have time—SALLY doesn’t have time—to argue sense into you. So, I’ll offer you a deal.” My finger moved as I spoke, a diagram of ruddy light forming in the air.
“What are you,” her hand lashed out. Fingers stopping at the last instant. “Is that one of those things?”
“Yes. A contract.” Symbols glowed in the air between us. “I promise, after the visit, to allow you ten minutes to do whatever you want with me. You can snap my neck if you want.”
“Or toss me in some jail. Whatever.”
More glyphs appeared in the air. “You cannot, however, interfere in any way with the visit.”
“This. This contract. It’s binding?”
“Yeah. At the end of the visit, my own power will bind me. This contract is scribed on the celestial spheres, the source of my power. Either agree to the contract, let me go, or fight.” I curled me lips in a snarl and my voice filled with loathing. “I guarantee you will not enjoy this fight.”
The depth of my emotion surprised us both. She swallowed.
Drops of my blood suffused the swirling patterns of the contract as I dragged my finger over one of the spines at the edge.
“I, Satin Lovelace, hereby bind myself to this contract.”
“Your turn,” I prompted.
“I, K’lanna Des Valorian, bind myself to this contract.”
She gasped at the pain as her own finger was lanced. Even her blood was beautiful: crimson with golden sparkles which caught at the light.
Magic could penetrate her skin, cut and wound her, but only in specific circumstances.
The contract split in two. I pinched a corner between my fingers and slapped it around my arm. Smoke rose as it burned into my skin. My lips tight from the pain, I grabbed hers and slapped it in a location more vindictive.
The mighty Titan dropped to her knees with a scream as her contract burned into her breast.
“Bet you haven’t felt pain like this in a while.” Spasms caused her body to quake and tremble. “My power will be bound after the visit. Yours is sealed until the visit is over.”
Eyes wide, filling with tears, she stared at me. “Yes that’s right. You’re completely helpless. Think about it for a few moments. I’m busy.”
I turned my back on her and uttered the words of power to open the portal. I wanted to watch her, but I really was in a hurry. Concentrating was difficult enough with the burning in my arm. At least it was soul-fire. I didn’t have to smell burnt flesh.
When the gate opened, I walked to the edge. I almost regretted turning to face her. Titan didn’t have the experience with pain I did. Especially not this kind, which clawed at her very essence.
It wasn’t compassion which caused my hesitation. My tongue touched my lips. She was so helpless. The things I could do to her. The contracts I could fulfill with her body.
But Sally was more important.
“Get up,” I said.
“I can’t,” she cried. A voice flilled with fear and agony.
I wasn’t a cruel person, not really. My decisions were based on necessity, practicality, and logic. Yet Titan gave rise to other emotions. A mixture of desires I pushed away for now. Mostly.
“Proximity is a factor in the contract. If I step through it without you, your soul—the very essence of what makes you, you—will come with me. Without your body.”
Her effort to stand was feeble and ineffectual.
“You’ll be a lifeless husk,” I prompted.
It still wasn’t enough.
“Can you imagine the things I could do with your body?”
Whatever she imagined caused her to retch. Interesting, but she still wasn’t moving.
That did it.
Slowly, shaking like a newborn foal, she managed to rise to her feet. Took a step.
And promptly fell. Without her power, those heels were more than she could manage.
“Oh, good grief.” I curled my fingers in her mane of red-gold hair and dragged her sobbing body through the gate. While I am stronger than I look, magic took the brunt of her weight.
The terminus was a private hospital. It catered to the vastly rich and political powerful. Dragging Titan through the halls gained a number of looks, but the facility’s discretion protected her. No pictures or proof of her humiliation would travel.
It was a small place, but still large enough Titan managed to recover a little. Enough she could stand once she removed her boots.
The shock on the faces when I half-dragged, half-led her through the door was gratifying.
“It’s your lucky day, Sally,” I greeted the girl on the bed. “Two for one deal!” I gave Titan a push. “Say nice things to the girl. I need to talk to her parents.”
I looked at the girl past Titan. “Sally, see the symbols on her chest? Give them a poke or two. It’s fun! Like being a real super villain!” I pulled the girl’s parents to the corner of the room, forming a ward to keep our conversation private.
There was a mirror to one side which let me see the unfolding drama as we talked. The poor girl was so weak she could barely lift her arm. Titan bent her knees, leaning down to brush her chest against the girl’s fingers. Pain twisted her face at the touch.
Most of my contemporaries would consider Titan a fool for allowing the touch. I knew otherwise.
Sally didn’t want a second touch.
By the time our conversation was over and the contracts were signed, Titan was sitting in a chair, talking quietly with the girl. Her glance at me when the parents left was puzzled but she didn’t comment.
“Hi, Sally,” I chirped as I perched on the edge of the mattress. She wasn’t more than ten, so small she barely made a dent in the bed. I purposely picked a spot within arm’s length of Titan. “Sorry about the delay. Did your parents tell you what will happen?”
“Don’t you dar—” Titan started.
“Put a sock in it.”
Sally’s giggle stopped the heroine more effectively than my words.
“Excuse me, Sally, I need to talk to K’lanna a moment.” A finger touched the contract on my arm.
“Please don’t hurt her!” The force of her outburst left Sally panting.
I paused, looked at Titan. She braced herself, hands curled into fists.
“This is a wonderful moment, Sally. You have the power to stop me from hurting Titan. Isn’t it a beautiful thing?” My eyes met Titan’s. Damn it, even her eyes were beautiful. A rainbow of colors met my muddy brown.
My finger moved. A gentle caress. Titan’s eyes left mine as her body arched, breath leaving her in a hiss. It wasn’t a sound born by pain.
“If I touch the contract in a gentle, pleasant way she feels the same,” I told them both. “If I were to pinch or slap.” I gave Sally a smile. “Well, you can guess.”
“Please don’t prove it.”
“Alright,” I answered. “Since this is your moment.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“As for that. Back to my earlier question. Did your parents tell you anything?”
Titan was too busy to object again. With the noise she was making, she may not have heard.
The shake of Sally’s head was more of a twitch. “No. Only that I should ask for you.”
“Not your first choice, huh?” I smiled widely, showing my dimples.
She could still smile. I felt warmth touch my heart.
I stopped stimulating Titan. The heroine collapsed in the chair like a forgotten doll. Sweat beaded her skin.
“No,” the girl answered honestly. “But the foundation said you visited more than almost anyone else. Even heroes and football players.”
“I try to make time for it.” My glance at Titan was poignant.
Her cheeks turned an even darker red and she avoided my gaze.
“Sally, you have a choice to make. No one can make this decision for you. Not your parents. Not Titan. Not even me. In a very real way, I’m the executor of your will.” There was magic woven in my words, subtly granting her knowledge to ensure she understood.
We listened to Titan recovering her breath. Sally moved her chin in an abbreviated nod. “Tell me.”
I scribed more contracts in the air as I explained. “First is the easiest. Do nothing. You’ll die like the doctors say.”
Titan tensed in her chair. She didn’t interrupt, though.
“Second, you can use Titan’s healing ability. The circumstances are rather unusual, but her presence here does afford the opportunity. It has long term consequences, but you will be fully healed and able to live a long life. You’ll be bound to Titan and will share her powers. Instant sidekick!”
Titan’s eyes moved from Sally’s to mine. Confused expressions changed her features until she settled on pensive.
“Last, is the original reason your parents wanted me here. I will crystallize your consciousness. You will exist in a place of pleasant memories—there will be no fear and no pain. Your body will die naturally. Your essence, spirit, whatever you want to call it, will remain in the crystal.”
I pursed my lips in thought then felt a smile grow. I started a new contract. “I just realized. I can switch your consciousness with Titan’s. She’ll die in your body, but you will live on in hers.”
Titan rose, mouth opening, but Sally was already protesting. “No. I don’t want that. I could never do that to someone else.”
I waited for Titan to relax before I spoke. “But that’s what’s so fun about this option. This one isn’t your choice. It’s Titan’s.”
“Please don’t,” Sally said. “I couldn’t bear it.”
My own smile was radiant. “What do you say, Titan? Will you sacrifice your life for hers? She could be a superhero. The greatest wish.”
Oh, her expression—so beautiful. Touching my heart in an altogether different way than Sally’s smile. At the same time, I felt other emotions rising. Why did Titan remind me so much of the dying girl at this moment?
She looked away, fingers curling into fists again. The kid was giving her an easy out, but Titan knew what I saw in her eyes.
When I put my hand on Titan’s shoulder, I could feel her trembling under my fingers.
“Don’t worry, Sally. She hates me too much to switch.”
“Oh.” The girl’s voice held an odd note. She smiled weakly.
“That—That’s not it.” Titan wouldn’t meet either of our eyes though. Her eyes were on the wall. “What about the second option?”
“Instant sidekick? That’s my favorite, to be honest.” I kept my eyes on both, watching their expressions. “You’ll be bound together, sharing everything. Titan’s powers will be spit between your bodies. The healing ability will take care of the cancer and anything else wrong with Sally’s body.”
“You mentioned consequences, though,” murmured Sally. Titan’s interest was almost palpable.
“It’s an even exchange. While you’ll get half of Titan’s powers, She will receive all of your human weaknesses. Including cancer, flue and colds. The end result will depend on how powerful Titan’s healing really is. Those powers will be split between your bodies. Somewhat less than half for each of you, and it diminishes with distance. You’ll be strongest when touching—hugging actually.”
“Having to stay side by side,” Titan said. “Literal sidekick. With the same powers as me like—” Her eyes widened as it finally clicked. She stared at me. “Like Roughhouse and Brick? Speedster and Blur?”
I nodded. “Not the first time this option has come up. It only significantly helps if there’s a healing factor or another way to compensate for the health issue.”
“Javelin and Mercury both died of cancer last year.” Her tone was questioning.
“Yeah. No healing but they did it anyway.”
Titan was quiet for a few seconds. Looking at me, she didn’t notice Sally closing her eyes. Poor kid had a lot to think about.
“Since she’ll,” Titan hesitated but at my raised eyebrow she continued. “Well, since I’ll receive her weaknesses, won’t she also receive my strengths?”
“Yeah. It’ll be a complete melding. I can’t really predict the results, there’s too many unknown factors. Like you don’t age, Titan. Humans do. Which will have the ultimate influence? No telling. With more time and experimentation I could give more accurate answers.”
“But we don’t have time,” Titan agreed. She looked at Sally, to see the girl’s eyes were closed. “Sally!”
Letting Titan think the girl had died right then might have been mean, but it was also funny. I giggled when Sally opened her eyes.
“I was thinking,” she reassured the heroine.
“Oh. Okay. I’m alright with sharing if you are.”
“I don’t think I am.”
Titan did her goldfish face again. “Huh?”
“I don’t want to do that to you—or the rest of the world. It’s such a safer place since you arrived. With half your power—”
“But there will be two of us. We can do it together.”
A twitchy shake of Sally’s head. “It’ll be two of us at half the strength. And you will resist at half the strength. Plus there’s the distance factor.”
The girl’s eyes were on me. “How much effect does it have?”
I rolled my shoulders in a shrug. “It’s the magical equivalent of physic’s inverse square rule. Only being magic, it includes ley lines, astrology, flows of water, and other mystical elements. So distance apart is metaphysical more than linear.”
“What about emotions?” Sharp kid.
“Positive emotions strengthen the bond, negative would weaken it. It’d be a good idea to fall in love with each other.”
I waved away Titan’s surprise. “Not necessarily physical. If the powers shake out, might be spending eternity together.” I considered a moment. “Though I suppose if the schism is strong enough you could both die from cancer, even old age.”
“You’d love that,” Titan said. Not quite an accusation, she sounded more resigned.
“Not really. In just our short time, Sally has shown me the world will be a poorer place without her.” I smiled at her, touching her fingers lightly.
“What about me?”
“You, not so much.”
Titan pouted. The girl made a soft noise, laughing.
A nice moment, but it had to end.
I touched Sally’s wrist. “I don’t want to hurry you.” My voice was soft. I pushed emotion away. “But I can’t sustain you much longer. You’ll have to decide soon. A few minutes.”
Titan’s eyes filled with tears again. She stared at me. Shock, surprise, and compassion warred for dominance.
“I wondered.” Sally’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “I feel like I’m floating. It’s okay, thought. I’m picking the third choice. The crystal.”
“But—” Titan’s objection stalled when the other two contracts vanished. Then she turned and lunged for her contract.
“Too late,” I told her as the glowing diagrams faded.
Sally grew still as glowing lines slowly enveloped her body.
“I don’t want her to die!”
“Join the club. You’ve known her a couple minutes. Other people have known her for years—her parents all her life.” I gave her a level look as she slowly withdrew.
“Now stay out of the way, this is delicate.” I moved past Titan’s chair to the head of the bed and started scribing runes on Sally’s forehead.
“When I finish transferring her spirit to crystal, the visit will be over,” I said. “My power will be bound, yours will be restored. You may want to make plans.”
I heard Titan swallow. “Okay.” She was uncertain—today had been a real kick in her emotional ass.
“Though, fair warning. Without my magic to sustain it, the crystal is quite fragile and won’t last long.”
“Fifteen minutes, at most.”
Her breath left her in a soft sigh. “I wondered what the catch would be. I never had a chance, did it?”
“Sure you have a chance. You have ten minutes you can do anything you want to me, remember?”
“But if I do, Sally is gone forever, isn’t she?”
“What was it you said earlier? You’ll stop at nothing to bring me to justice?”
“I hate you.”
“Don’t be juvenile.”
“Okay. I intensely dislike you.”
The cocoon of light wrapping Sally’s body filled the room with rainbows. It was brightest at her head. Slowly, it faded until a small gemstone, a spindle shape the size of the girl’s pinkie finger remained.
I could feel my link to the Celestial Spheres fade as I picked it up. Light cascaded from the crystal, dappled rainbows shifting across the walls.
“It’s so beautiful,” Titan whispered.
“Ten minutes, Titan.”
“Shut up. I need a moment, here.” I felt my lips curve, half-smile, half-smirk.
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders. A little tight, but not uncomfortable. As her bust pressed against my head her breath hissed with the contact of her contract. She held the position though.
After several seconds, I turned my head—deliberately aggravating the brand, and looked up at her. On my body, the sensation felt like a thousand hairs sweeping gently across my skin.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m giving you a hug.”
“Um. Yes. Seriously.”
“I figure you don’t get hugged often.”
A startled snort escaped me. “What? I get lots of hugs.”
“This morning, from my parents, when I left after breakfast.”
She stopped hugging me. Instead, she turned me around, lifting me in the air to look at me. She could crush coal into diamond with her bare hands yet held me like a porcelain doll.
“You’re lying right?”
I stuck my tongue out at her. “You can tell I’m not. What did you think, I popped out of some legendary god’s forehead?”
“I don’t know okay? Maybe from some dark, evil dimension!” Her heart wasn’t in it, her eyes were filled with the light from the crystal.
“That was a lie,” but she smiled.
She was quiet a long few seconds as she looked at Sally’s new home. I waited patiently.
“What are you going to do with it—with her?”
“I’ll put it with the others,” I said. “I have a safe place. When they are close enough together, they can share their dreams. Their happy memories.”
Her eyes grew wet as she thought about it. She blinked several times. “It sounds wonderful.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said. “Would you like to see?”
“Really? Yes. Yes, I would. When?”
“Unless you relinquish the contract, we’ll have to wait a few minutes.”
A wane smile. “I guess I will. But before I do—” her voice faded as she concentrated.
I was pretty sure she wouldn’t harm me, but I was still pensive as she concentrated. The contract between us allowed her to use sorcery with some semblance of skill, if not practice.
My clothing squirmed and wriggled as it changed. My cross between a skimpy business-women attire and bikini changed to something much fuller and—frilly! Damn it. That was just insulting.
Then the contract moved, over my wrist, to my hand, until it curled around my ring finger. Out of the corner of my eye I saw hers move to an equivalent spot.
I felt the contract alter into a new binding as my connection to the Spheres returned. It was my turn to stare at her.
“Did I surprise you?” Her eyes, if anything, were eager.
“Well. Yes,” I admitted. I held up my hand. The new contract sparkled crimson, catching and altering the rainbow motes from the crystal. I layered the crystal in protective wards as I regarded it. My concentration was enough I didn’t notice new sensations until I finished.
“What the?” My hands fell to my chest. *Cupped* my chest. A swing of my head and I could see my profile in the mirror. Almost hidden by all the frills were new curves to my body.
Once of the restrictions to my magic was the difficulty in altering my own body. The connection to the Celestial Spheres locked me into a ‘golden state’ I could return to, but not alter.
“You like them?”
“You gave me boobs?”
“The power of creation and you made tits?”
I moved them around a little. Maybe there was something to her logic. “You’re weird.”
“You’re always looking at mine.”
“They’re bigger than my head! Everyone looks at them!”
She laughed. Somehow, it didn’t irritate me as much as usual.
“Shall we go?”
“Yeah, just a sec. I need to talk to her parents a minute.”
“Oh. Right.” Her cheeks were red as she set me down. I wobbled a little as I walked out of the room. She’d stuck heels on my boots.
As usual, when the parents heard their daughter could exist in a place full of happy memories with other children, they gave me the crystal with their blessings.
After their tearful, final goodbyes Titan and I walked down the hallway.
“This is a beautiful thing you’re doing,” she said. “But I don’t understand.”
“What I’m doing or why I am?”
“Both, I guess.”
“Think about it more.”
When we reached a quiet place I opened a gate. We walked down a lava tube, our way illuminated by the fairy-light of the crystal.
“May I ask where we are? A volcanic area doesn’t seem very safe.”
“It was only volcanic one time,” I smiled in the darkness. “Where is the safest place in the world?”
“Physically or,” she considered a second, “metaphysically?”
She was learning. “More the later.”
“The safest physical place is where no one can go. But we can obviously go there.” I glanced up at her. Her brow was furrowed with concentration. “A place no one *wants* to go?”
The crystal reflected off my lip gloss as I smiled.
“Like an island which was completely destroyed.” Her words came slowly. Touched with realization. “Surrounded by horrific monsters.”
“Yep.” I turned again, walking down the tube. The heels were surprisingly easy to get used to. The style of boot or had Titan done something to help?
After a few sweeping curves, light and sound began to fill the tunnel. When we walked in the chamber, Titan sank to her knees. For the fourth time, I watched someone else experience the emotional impact of hundreds of crystals. The hopeful, playing, dreams of hundreds of laughing children.
Maybe frills weren’t so bad, I decided, after wiping at my eyes a few times.
Unlike the others, Titan noticed the aberration without my help. It was a jagged lump of darkness swaddled in the light. It scraped at the mind, trying to gouge away sanity with alien horror, only to recoil from the dreams and laughter.
“What is it?” A hand was pressed to her mouth, she leaned way from the thing’s psychic presence. A few moments and the children filled her again. I took her hand and led her to the tunnel.
“It’s my duty,” I told her. “A piece of Sphere from another reality. It would destroy our world, maybe the universe, if it were free.”
“Why keep the children here th—” she stopped suddenly. “They trap it. Contain it?”
I nodded. “And more. They’re slowly eroding it.”
“How many will it take? How long?”
I gave her a small shrug. “I lot more. A few thousand, maybe? A long time. I have the time, though.”
“You don’t age, too?”
“We’re alike in that respect, though for different reasons.”
She turned her head, watching the rainbows from the chamber dancing on the tunnel walls.
“Why did you show me?”
“Just because I don’t age doesn’t mean I’m immortal. My successor to the Spheres may not see things the same way I do. They’ll need protection.”
She rubbed at her cheeks with her hands. “Oh, damn.”
I stayed quiet. My head tilted to a side as I waited. I expected any of several reactions. I didn’t expect a low chuckle which turned into a full belly laugh. She slid down the wall to sit on the tube’s base. Her mirth echoed through the passage.
After a few minutes I grew irritated. I poked at her side with my boot. “Hey. Okay. Come on. This is getting ridiculous.”
With some prompting she eventually sputtered her way to the occasional chuckle and a goofy grin.
It sort of weirded me out.
“What was that about?”
“I chose right,” she told me.
She waved her hand, leaving a trace of ruby sparkles in the air. “You’re the one.”
“Yeah. You do know the meaning of a ring on this finger in my culture?”
“Of course. Do you know what it means to defeat an enemy so soundly in my culture?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. What about all the science, advanced technology, and logic of your civilization?”
Her grin was vulpine. “We have a saying similar to one of yours: All is fair in love and war.”
I looked at the ring on my finger. “If more people had known, they would have fought you a lot harder.”
“This is crazy.”
“Makes sense to me.”
“I’m not becoming a hero.”
“I’m not becoming a villain.”
“We’ll be on opposite sides.”
“Every couple has their spats.”
“I’m not into girls.” Oh, crap. Did she alter my sexuality earlier? I stared at her, studying my reactions to her perfect lips, her long legs, her mane of glorious hair. She hadn’t changed anything. It was already there. Shit.
“Neither am I,” she said. “But I’m willing to try.”
I felt myself slide down the curve of the tube as my feet slowly slid out from under me.
“So when do I meet the parents?”