“If I die, you’re going to end up with some other bastard,” August said. “So I’m not going to die. There’s no reason to talk about it. You’re mine.” I scowled. “This is not how this is going to go, August.” I gestured between us. “We’re a team, remember? If I don’t get to lie about being fine, you don’t either.” He let out a long breath, but finally dipped his head. “My body hurts. It’s going to be a few days before I’m completely back to normal. Maybe a week.” I stared at him, my eyes narrow. “Two at the most,” he said reluctantly. “We don’t need to stop having sex. I don’t want that. Having
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