Ah-ha.“This changes things a bit.”
“Not really.”
“How much dating occurred?”
Felix raised an eyebrow and hesitantly smiled. “Are you asking if we ever slept together?”
“Since you put it out there.”
He smiled a bit more. “No. Some hot-and-heavy petting. He’s a bit too much… man for me.”
“There’s such a thing?”
“Yes,” Felix chuckled. “I like the more elegant type.”
“Lucky me.”
Felix laid his head back down and trailed his fingers along the buttons of my shirt. “Bucker and I have agreed to disagree about a lot for a long time.”
I sighed when Felix slipped his fingers between buttons and briefly caressed my skin. “Has he ever said anything derogatory toward you?”
“Sure.” Felix undid a button. “He’s not a nice man.” He tilted his head up once more to stare at me. “Are you suggesting Bucker and Cass somehow organized all of this? They could go to jail. They’d never be so stupid, would they?”
“Can’t say I’ve heard of many attackers who felt their victims didn’t deserve what happened even after their own conviction.”
“Point taken.” Felix popped another button. “What happens now?”
I shook my head. “Not sure. Stephen smells dirt, that’s for sure.”
Felix slipped his hand into the opening of my shirt and tweaked a nipple. “Will you stay the night?” His voice was low.
I moved onto my side, let him get comfortable on his back, then kissed his mouth. “I’ll do anything you ask.”
IT WASstill dark when my phone rang.
I startled awake, curled on my side with Felix’s arms and legs tangled with mine. He was a clingy sleeper, which I’d never really liked until I met him. Now it felt weird to sleep alone and not have Felix there to keep me warm.
“Fuck,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and tugging myself free from him.
Jesus, I had morning wood like no one’s business.
“Come back,” Felix said, voice deep and sleepy-amber, and oh my God, it went straight to my cock like I hadn’t just gotten some a few hours ago.
“Hang on,” I said, but I wasn’t sure if he was awake enough to acknowledge the answer. I leaned over and grabbed my cell from the bedside table. The ID flashed Scarlet. “Girl,” I said. “The fuck? It’s like four in the morning. If you’re not bleeding or stuck under something heavy, I’m hanging up.”
“Oh nice,” she answered. “I’ll have you know, I drove all night in the world’s shittiest weather to Bumfuck, New Hampshire. I almost ran over a moose, was hit on at a rest stop by a trucker who had exactly seven teeth, and this town doesn’t even have a Starbucks!”
“There’s a Dunkin’ Donuts—wait, you’re in Lancaster?”
“I know there’s a Dunkin’. Can’t you hear me slurping?”
“Hold on, I’m still half-asleep.”
“Where are you?” Scarlet asked.
“Where areyou?” I countered.
“Your house.”
