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“What is this?” I motion between us.
“I don’t know. I don’t have all the answers, but this is the first time I’ve felt like myself in days.” He closes in on me and rests a hand on my hip.
My phone buzzes in my purse. “That’s probably Jane.”
“Come home with me.”
“I can’t leave Jane.”
“We can drop her off on the way.”
He must read the thoughts on my face. “You don’t want her to know.”
I feel bad about that, but I don’t think she’ll approve. I’m not even sure I approve, but I want to anyway. He nods and presses his lips to mine again. “Go home. I’ll be right behind you. Leave the window open.”
He leaves me alone in the hallway with my heart in my throat. I pull out my phone with shaky hands.
Jane
You’ve been in the restroom a really long time. Everything okay?! Uber is two minutes out. Let me know if I need to stall the driver while you poop.
Me
OMG, I’m not pooping.
Me
omw
Jane talks a mile a minute in the back of the Uber. She misreads my silence as exhaustion, which works out well. As soon as we get home, she follows me upstairs and says, “I know you’ve had a crazy long day, so I won’t make you stay up all night talking to me, but tomorrow after your dad leaves, we are discussing the events of tonightat length.”
I hear a car door shut outside and my nerves ramp up.
“Okay,” I say and hug her.
She starts toward her room down the hall.
“Hey,” I say. “Thanks for coming to cheer me on today. You’re the best.”
“Duh.” She laughs and then flips on the light in her bedroom. “Love you too.”
I close my door and then rush to the window to open it. Felix is waiting on the roof. He climbs inside and shakes his dark hair. “It’s starting to rain out there.”
I’m frozen in place, staring at him. The way the black T-shirt hugs his chest and arms. The light stubble of facial hair dotting his jaw.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I never thought you’d be in my room again.”
“If you want me to go—”
“Shut up and kiss me.” I close the space between us, throwing myself at him. And in true Felix fashion, he catches me easily.
We fall to the bed in a tangle of limbs. His mouth never leaves mine, but his hands roam up my legs and over my stomach, then up to caress my face and finally tangle in my hair.
I can’t seem to get close enough or kiss him hard enough.
His hand strokes my calf and then slides up past the underside of my knee. I scramble for the hem of his T-shirt and yank it up. Felix pulls back long enough to get it over his head and toss it on the floor, then his mouth is back on mine.
