Page 18 of Color of You

Page List
Font Size:

Felix let out a breath. “Probably… six or seven years ago.”

“Wow.”

He hummed under his breath.

“When I go on dates, my go-to liquid courage is G&T.AndI’m a lightweight. So we can both make mistakes without judgment tomorrow.”

“Perhaps I should drive, then?”

“I won’t turn down the offer.”

Felix chuckled again. “There’s a little café just a few doors down from Eatery. Maybe, if that’s not too cheesy or cliché….”

“Sounds great,” I answered before Felix had the chance to reject the idea. I unbuckled my trousers and shimmied free. “I can text you my address, if you wanted to pick me up?”

“Please do.”

“Say six o’clock?”

“I’ll be there.”

I climbed into bed, laid my head down, and propped one arm behind it. “What’re you up to now?”

“In bed,” Felix murmured. “You?”

“Same.” I listened to his gentle breathing for a moment. He was waiting. “Do you want me to keep talking?” I ventured.

“I’ve just… never done this before. I mean, we’re not hanging up because we’re wanting to dothat, right?”

“I think so.”

Felix was quiet.

I reached under the blankets and cupped my half-hard cock. “Don’t be nervous.”

“What happened to your three-date rule?”

“I don’t think this counts,” I answered. “If it’s too weird, we can talk about… not-sex stuff.”

“Like what?”

I hummed absently, stroking my balls through the fabric of my briefs. “Want to hear about the music choices for the school Christmas concert?”

Felix laughed lightly. “Not sure I want to think about that while I’m touching myself.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve felt your lips on my cheek all night. I keep reaching for—for you—for more.”

My heart simply melted hearing that.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be.”

“It’s just been a long time.”

I took half a second to yank my underwear off one-handed before I continued stroking myself. “Keep talking.” Actually, I’d have loved to be the one talking, taking control of the situation, but over the phone, without being able to see Felix’s face, it wasn’t how I wanted to confirm my suspicions regarding our potential bond.

“What should I say?” There was a hint of breathlessness.

“Anything.”