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Anya looked at the device again. “But we’re not that exciting.”
“The internet begs to differ.”
She laughed, and I welcomed that, glad the quip reduced some of the shock we both clearly felt about the turn of events. The original TikTok video alone already had almost three hundred thousand views, and based on my other mentions, I guessed that number would climb throughout the day.
And possibly explode...
“This is going to get interesting,” I added. “Maybe even a little dicey.”
She scoffed.
“You don’t think so?”
“Things move fast these days, and people have short attention spans. It’s probably only a blip.”
“I hope so.”
I sipped my coffee, which had already turned lukewarm. Not that it mattered. I hardly tasted it because all my senses were still tuned to what was going on online. What had made people glob onto this? Why were they so fascinated? We were just two booksellers from Ohio.
“I don’t know what we’re supposed to do,” I admitted.
“Nothing. Wait. See if it blows over.”
“That’s probably a good idea.”
“Like I said, people will find something else to interest them soon enough.” She tossed me a weary smile. “Probably by lunch.”
“I hope.”
Anya scooted closer to me. “For the record, I don’t regret any of it.”
“Any of what?”
“Last night.” Anya placed her left hand atop my right one. “Or this morning. Or even... yesterday afternoon.”
“Good.” Twisting, I set my coffee mug next to hers on the bedside table. “Because I don’t regret it either.” When I turned back to her, I ran my fingers through her hair as it tumbled around her shoulders in loose waves. “In fact, I’m looking forward to the time when I can have more of it. More of you.”
“Right now,” she said, and her free hand traced my chest. “I’m going to need you to make me come at least one more time before I go to work.”
“Coming right up,” I said.
