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“I hope today’s guest isn’t afraid of heights, ha ha.”
“Oh uh, superflat, right. Joel, are you actually recording, or are we just… sitting one block apart in a hot tub?”
Mog was prepared for Joel to be upset at the implication, but instead he grinned and slid down the bench.
“This close enough for you?”
Mog spluttered, they were practically touching. She’d always thought Joel was just joking…
“Umm, no, I um…”
Mog reached out and gingerly touched Joel’s upper arm.
Joel swung his body over Mog’s and confidently started kissing her.
This was far better than a podcast.