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Kotetsu’s lips— even with the mask on Barnaby couldn’t think of him as anyone else— ghosted over the back of Barnaby’s hand. Barnaby, near combusting, only thought to smile the second after a million cameras clicked.
“May I have this dance?” Kotetsu stood, his grin wide. Holding his hand felt like gripping a firework.
Barnaby swallowed, begging the flame in him to disappear. “Since when could you dance, old man?”
Kotetsu laughed, dragged him closer. His breath smelled like champagne, and Barnaby never wanted to kiss him so desperately. If he hadn’t closed his eyes, he would have. “Since never.”
Agnes held up the tabloids, front pages all documenting the Hero Appreciation Banquet last night. Barnaby was too hungover and too tired for this.
‘Wild Tiger and Barnaby Brooks Jr. Secret Lovers?!’
Lovers— were they from the 18th century?
‘Couple Wild Tiger and Barnaby Brooks Jr. Dance the Night Away!’
It was one dance.
‘Barnaby Brooks Jr. Leaves Banquet in Same Car As Wild Tiger?!’
Agnes raised an eyebrow.
“He gave me a ride home.” To which apartment was unimportant.
She shoved another magazine in his face.
‘Does Tiger Bite? Hero Partners Seen With Love Bites!!!’
“Sorry.”
Agnes just sighed.