Page 133 of Wicked Games

“This isn’t a dream,” I assure him. “And you’ll never wake up alone again. Not unless you kick me out of bed the night before.”

“You mean that?”

“Every word. You’re mine, Felix. And I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think I can sleep without you. Not anymore.”

He nuzzles into my chest and lets out one of those contented sighs that sounds a bit like a purr. “Me either. And I don’t want to.”

“I’m going to get in so much trouble.”

“No, you’re not,” I assure him. “As far as anyone else is concerned, you broke the mirror by accident and hurt yourself trying to clean it up.”

“Thanks.” He sighs again.

“You don’t need to thank me for loving you.”

He sighs again and winds his leg around mine. “Can I thank you for the amazing D I got last night?”

I bark out a laugh. This is the Felix I’m used to: sassy and spirited and full of surprises. Hopefully that means he’s feeling better.

“You can always thank me for that,” I tell him. “In fact, I’m a big fan of those kinds of thanks.”

“Perfect. And just an FYI, I’m a big fan of when you make me say it.”

“Noted,” I tell him.

He chuckles into my chest. “You smell good.”

“Glad you think so.”

“Why did you smell like perfume the other night?”

“Perfume?”

“The night before the Rapture. You came home smelling like perfume. Whose was it?”

“No clue. But I didn’t get it on me the way you’re thinking.”

“Are you saying you don’t even know who you fucked before you came home and climbed into my bed?”

“No, I’m saying I didn’t fuck anyone, and yours is the only bed I’ve been in since we started this thing.”

“Huh?”

“I had to escort the guests out of Rebel House the night of the breach. A few resisted, so I did what I had to do, including picking them up and carrying them out like toddlers.”

He’s silent for a second. “Really?”

“Yup. That’s all that happened.”

“Oh, okay.” There’s another heavy pause. “Where did you sleep those nights you were gone? After the thing in the pool.”

“I crashed in Xave’s room at Rebel House.”

“Why?” he asks tentatively. “Did you hate being around me that much?”

“No,” I say honestly. “It had nothing to do with hating you or whatever you’re thinking. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I was already feeling things for you back then, and it confused the fuck out of me. I figured I’d give you some space to heal and give myself some space to get over those feelings so we could go back to the way things were.” I huff out a quiet laugh. “That obviously didn’t work.”

“No, it didn’t.” He rubs his cheek against my pec again.

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