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swimming in my sweatpants, she looked like a feather on the wind. How could so much raw power be that graceful?
    And power she had. Blasting those dummies was nothing compared to what she’d do when she had control.
    With that much firepower, Belle should’ve come into her abilities a long time ago. She must’ve been fueling her dance with it for years. Now she’d broken the seal and I couldn’t imagine her dancing without reaching into the reserve.
    Sure, I could help her control the accidental destruction, but there was no way she could do ballet without summoning the forces.
    She didn’t seem to realize what that meant yet. Belle worked through her repertoire like the pro she was, perfecting each jump and hand movement until the energy around her smoothed into concentric circles. They were beautiful, but they weren’t going away.
    Belle fully thought of her powers as something to overcome, and she was throwing everything she had at that goal. Most people would kill to be super—and bask in all the attention and perks that came with the powers. I’d been a cocky prick, thinking I was king of the universe until UCLA kicked my ass.
    Here Belle was, getting her life turned upside down and refusing to back down. I doubted she’d given a thought to what she could get out of her powers and all the press attention.
    Kind of fucking impressive.
    When she finally collapsed onto the floor, her ribcage heaving, it was time to stop gawking. My shoulders cracked. How long had I been staring?
    I checked my phone and winced. Almost lunchtime and I hadn’t accomplished anything I was supposed to. Even if I’d only been watching, training another super was full-time work.
    Belle still lay there breathing. Her T-shirt—my T-shirt—hiked over her ribs and the oversized pants dipped low on her hips. She glistened with sweat. Whether it was her position or all that exposed skin, I was fully prepared to drop down there with her.
    “Finish your work?” Belle gazed through her lashes.
    “Nope.” Before I fell on her, I offered Belle a hand up. “Lunch?”
    “Might as well.” She grabbed my hand and it was nothing to swing her into the air.
    Her motion sparked a swirl of energy, but she channeled it into her foot where a little kick dispersed the waves. “I guess I’m getting used to it.”
    “You’re getting it. We’ll keep practicing.” And we’ll get you some clothes that don’t show everything . “What do you want?”
    “So much pulled pork. And sweet tea.” She patted her stomach. “If I don’t have to squeeze my ass into a leotard, I’m eating what I please.”
    That shot me all kinds of visuals. I turned my back on Belle and headed to the elevator before she came up with any more temptations. “You know a place?”
    “Daisy May’s. They’ll deliver.”
    “On it.” I pulled out my phone as we stepped into the elevator.
    “Get some bourbon peaches too.” Belle stretched her arms over her head. As the T-shirt pulled, it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was actually trying to kill me.
    “And creamed corn—”
    “You order for both of us.” I tossed her the phone. “I’ll pick up the tab.” That shit was getting expensed along with a whole new wardrobe for Belle. Seeing her in my clothes reminded me too much of a morning after when we hadn’t had the main event.
    Yet.

Chapter Five
    Belle
    Hanging with superheroes wasn’t so bad. After such a draining workout, I needed comfort and a Manhattan-Ten delivery address got my pulled pork to Ryan’s office within fifteen minutes. The delivery guy must’ve stolen someone else’s order and teleported across Midtown. Maybe supers worked in the food industry too.
    Not that we saw the delivery guy. A swank attendant brought our basket up from the lobby.
    Lying on Ryan’s office couch with bourbon peaches on my chest and a straw in my mason jar of sweet tea, I managed to stay tethered. He nibbled at the ribs I’d ordered for him, but his