“That’s incredible. See what happens when you stop being a stubborn dick?”
“Fuck you.”
“Can’t. I’m taken.” He wiggles his brows. Oli squeezes my shoulder as we stop at my room. “Breakfast tomorrow? We’re meeting up with Colton and Ryker.”
“Sounds good.” I pull out my key card to swipe it.
“Hey, Grey.” I look at him. “I’m really happy for you.”
I grab Oli in a hug. “You too. Can’t believe you’re getting married.”
He kisses the side of my head and walks off. Too many emotions are filling me right now. My mind is still on Atlas’s attitude. In a way I get it; things are changing. Change doesn’t have to be bad, though.
I walk in, seeing Felix lying on his stomach on the bed and writing in his journal. He’s only wearing a pair of boxers, and my eyes slope down the curve of his back to the swell of his ass.
No.
Change can be amazing sometimes.
“Hey,” I say, and he lifts his head up, smiling. “Have fun?”
He closes his book and sits up. “Yeah, I really did. I like Andre and his friends.”
“Friends?”
“Vanessa and Jessica.”
“Jess was there?” He nods. “She’s their agent. She’s terrifying.”
“I think she’s really sweet.”
“Sweet?! I don’t think that word has ever been used to describe her.” Felix gets up, surprising me with his arms wrapped around my neck. I expect to taste alcohol on his breath, but instead sweet mint greets me as his tongue dips into my mouth. It’s dominant and daring. We take our time kissing here at the foot of our bed. While this is great, I have to ask, “How much have you had to drink?”
He swallows hard, his eyes hooded. Not with alcohol, though. With lust, burning bright in his brown eyes. “I’m sober. Promise. I only had one drink hours ago.” The pads of his fingers caress my jaw. “I love your beard.” He grins.
“Yeah?” My hand travels down the small of his back. “What else do you love?”Me?Please tell me.
Without words, he dips his fingers into my shirt and lifts it slowly. “I love how warm your skin is. I love the way it feels with your arms around me. Your chest pressed into my back when we sleep.” He tosses my shirt like it offends him.
My gaze keeps flicking between his gorgeous eyes—not looking at me as if he’s even a little bit nervous—and his fingers, just to see what he’s going to do next. He flicks the button of my jeans. “What else, Angel?”
“I don’t know why you call me that.” His eyes snap up. “I’m no angel.”
I cup his face, trailing my thumb along his jaw. “Maybe not, but you’re my angel.” I lean in for a kiss, and his fingers grip the band of my jeans. “You know what I love?” Felix shakes his head. “I love how caring you are. How you light up when you try new things. I love the way you laugh, especially when I’m being stubborn as hell.”
“Well then, I must laugh a lot.” He grins.
“And that. I also love that.”
“What’s that?”
I smooth my thumb along his jaw. “I love how much light is in your eyes. I love how alive you’ve become. It shines through you.”And I love you.I don’t want to scare him, but I can’t deny it’s how I feel.
“Grey?”
“Yeah.” I kiss the corner of his mouth, his fingers still inside the band of my jeans.
“Get on the bed.”
