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"Who says that wasn’t on purpose?" His big hand started to gather the sweatshirt up, in a clear bid to take it away fro with the sweatshirt so that, in a flash, I was no longer cradled in his arhs, my face inches fro to know each other," I told hi to know each other" He pressed a kiss to my jaw but I pushed back on his chest

"The key words are ‘each other’ You already know o check out one of those books," I added at the last second, wondering how he’d react

For a second Anyan’s grey gaze looked uncoo with that idea

"You could," he replied, eventually, carefully "I can’t stop you But I wish you wouldn’t"

"Why?" I challenged

He chuckled "You can stop that sordid iination of yours, littlelike that In fact, there’s nothing you’d read about the ‘Anyan’ of those stories that I probably won’t tell you about, h ‘Fanyan’s’ a different story"

I couldn’t help but giggle at his joke, but I was still curious

"So why can’t I read them, if they don’t lie?"

"Because they don’t lie, but they’re not honest either I did do those things, yes, but not in the light each books casts me Those authors all wanted to see ist, or a cruel genius, or a patriot to the Territory

"But I was none of those things I was so a job, for reasons that were sometimes admittedly rather noble and sometimes kinda shitty There were ti, and it was pretty s insanely stupid that worked because I was lucky, not wise But those things never get talked about All of those books want to : whatever it is that floats the author’s boat But I’ I’m justa finger over his lips Anyan could be scary, and he could be sexy It hen he was so casually clever, however, that I wanted to pickle his gherkin

He nipped at aze serious and unyielding

"And that’s why I like you, Jane Because you’ve only ever seen s people tell you I a it off and refuse to believe it"

"Anyan," I protested, "I don’t not believe it when I hear good things about you I know you’re all of those things"

"Yeah, but you don’t treat me like that It didn’t faze you when you discovered I was famous as a supe, or even when you realized I was famous as a human artist You always treated --the huge backdrop of Anyan’s life that, up till then, I’d either ignored or been oblivious

"You’re a celebrity," I said, only then able to contextualize the Fanyan books and the biographies "You’re like a supernatural what… Winston Churchill? Only hot? Do girls want you to sign their chests?"

"I’m not a celebrity, it’s different It’s just…"

"Whatever, you’re totally a celebrity You should get a Beaver haircut Or Bieber? Whoever the hell that boy is with the silly hair I could flat iron it for you"

"If you don’t stop right now, I’ to turn you over my knee and spank that little bottom of yours"

Dead silence

"U et , ‘Stop, or I’ll give you delicious chocolate cake’ "

"Oh yeah?" The barghest said, growlingly, pulling estively But I stayed his ar to tell me more about you?" I asked

He smiled at s come up"

For a second, I wanted to push But I could also see, from the look on his face, that noas not the time to ask him to share his secrets It wasn’t his fault that he knew all ofabout me before I even knew him--the circumstances of our relationship ain he’d proven toto earn his After all, that was exactly the reason I’d wanted us to take the ti that was