Page 113 of Felix

He presses his lips together before saying, “Do I have to?”

“Uh-huh. Spill.”

Emil lets out a sigh, but the corners of his mouth are upturned when he mumbles, “His Highness, Hermin Park the Gentle, Swimmer of Seas and Friend to All.”

My heart starts to pound as Emil returns his gaze to the pet cam. My voice barely cooperatesenough to say, “You named him after my grandma?”

Emil’s gaze flits to mine, and he shuts off his phone before straddling my lap. He tucks his head under my chin, hiding his face away. “I named him after her and you. You’re a Park, too. And one of the best people I know. It only seemed fitting to give him your name. He’s just like you, after all.”

“He is?” I ask, running my palms over Emil’s back. My chest feels tight beneath his cheek.

He nods against me. “Mhm. He won over the prickly, guarded Arthur. Just like…”

He trails off, but I know what he was going to say.

“You’re not that prickly,” I point out.

Emil huffs.

“Specs,” I say around a laugh. “You’re draped over me like a sweater right now. How would you call that prickly?”

He pokes the side of my stomach, and I laugh.

“Shut up and cuddle me,” he mutters.

I squeeze him tighter and kiss the top of his head. “My prickly, guarded nerd. Thank you for trusting me.”

His back lifts and then lowers beneath my palms, his breath leaving him gently. “You made it easy.”

“That so? Was it because you thought I was an eighty-year-old grandma?”

He groans. “You’re still on that?”

“I’ll never forget. The things you showed me, Specs.”

He buries his face against my chest, upsetting his glasses. “Stop.”

“I mean, one time you suctioned a dildo to your headboard and rode it so hard you came hands free, remember?”

“I remember,” he mumbles.

“Fuck, that was hot. Would you do that again for me sometime?”

“Only if you wear that tutu the next time we…”

He cuts off, and I crane my neck, looking down at the top of his head. “The next time we what?”

He groans a little before turning his face to the side and saying, “I want you to fuck me in the tutu, okay?”

My grin is swift. “Anytime you want, Specs.”

“Thank you,” he mutters. “Now shush so I can fall asleep on your chest. I have class in the morning.”

“I have to pee first.”

He groans, an exaggerated sound, but then he gets up and follows me into the bathroom so he can brush his teeth. Back in bed, he all but manhandles me into the same position I was in. Then he sets his glasses on the nightstand and crawls over me.

“You’re addicted to cuddles now, aren’t you?” I tease, enjoying the weight and warmth of him.

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