“It’s a brown butter vanilla cupcake with dulce de leche buttercream.”
Damn, that sounds fancy, and I’m not sure what browned butter is, but my mouth waters looking at it.
“What’s your name, mystery snack man?” I ask before I can chicken out, again.
I’d wanted to ask so many times but hadn’t been able to bring myself to, not when we were existing together so perfectly. I didn’t want to ruin this thing we have, even if I’m not sure what it is.
“Felix,” he says, leaning forward to rest his elbow on the table, cradling his chin in his gloved palm as he continues watching me.
“And what are you doing here, Felix?” I force the words out, even though I want to shove them back in the moment they leave my mouth.
That sounded mean.
“I mean—”
“I like the library.” That seems obvious, and it pushes me to ask for more.
“The library itself wasn’t what I meant. The library is huge, though, so why here?” I point to the table we’re both at and feel my face begin to heat.
He doesn’t answer, instead staring at me until I feel the urge to fidget, and then he does something that steals the air from my lungs.
He smiles, and oh my god.
I’d thought he was hot before, his little smirks and the mischievous shine in his eyes, but this…
He’s devastatingly handsome like this, and if I thought he was crazy for sitting with me before, now I’m sure he is.
“Maybe I like your company.”
I bark a laugh before I can stop myself and quickly smack a hand to my mouth to cut it off because this is a library, and that was not library volume.
His brows pull together, and I apologize.
“Sorry, but nobody ever likes my company.”
“I don’t know how that’s possible. I think you're pretty good company.” He doesn’t blink, instead holding my gaze as if daring me to argue. “Maybe you’ve had the wrong company.”
He’s intense, that’s for sure, but I can’t say I don’t like him, and not just because he brings me yummy treats. No, I liked his company even when it was just him sitting silently with me. Something about him is comforting, but I want to know more.
“Maybe,” I agree with a shrug as I start pulling things from my bag, needing a reason to look anywhere that isn’t him.
Felix… His name is fitting, sexy, and dark, and I have about a million questions, from his glove to that girl's reaction to him the other day in the quad, but I swallow them down.
He enjoys my company, and I’d like to keep it that way because even if I shouldn’t, I enjoy his too; it sure beats being alone.
I feel his eyes, and I glance up through my lashes to find him smiling at me. My stomach ties itself in a knot, and I bite down on my lower lip before quickly getting back to work.
For the first time in a while, I can think of better things to do than study, but that’s not what I’m here for, and as nice as he might be, I doubt that’s what he’s got in mind either.
“Eat it while it’s fresh,” he says, nudging my cupcake toward me. I nod before grabbing it, my face surely on fire for my less-than-appropriate thoughts as I quickly take a bite.
Oh my god.
I groan, licking some stray icing from my lips as I slow down and savor the flavor.
He leans ever closer, looking from the cupcake to me. I should be embarrassed, but honestly, it’s probably the best dessert I’ve ever had, and that’s saying something because I thought this coffee was good.
“Do you like it?”
