Tanya's POV

"How are you feeling?" August asked in the living room. He was standing close to the entrance, as if keeping a distance from me while I sat on the couch.

Not only did he prepare a bath for me and breakfast, but he was now preparing lunch. To him, it was definitely a fatherly act, but not to me.

"I love it when you act like a caring boyfriend," I said honestly, and that seemed to make him uncomfortable because he took a step back.

"I told you a million ...