But then I’d read book seven. And they were older and wiser and they’d each found their place in the world independent of each other, they’d grown and changed in the time they spent apart.
When they saw each other again, it was awkward at first. They weren’t sure how to be, or what to say, or what their real feelings were.
By the end of the book, they’d been in love. Eliot had been so desperately in love with Alex that he could hardly believe Alex might feel the same way, but hehad.
And they’d saved the world together and lived happily ever after.
And I couldn’t help feeling like I was reading a love letter written just for me.
“I fucked up,” I said, clutching my coffee like it was the only thing keeping me alive. “I just… walked away. He doesn’t… know.”
Morgan looked at me like I was suddenly speaking Klingon.
“I’m gonna need more information,” Morgan said.
“I’m in love with Felix,” I blurted out without meaning to.
Great. I’d come out to two people in the space of twenty-four hours and I hadn’t intended to either time.
How had I ever thought I could keep this any kind of secret? Why had Iwantedto?
Felix was amazing. I was so proud of him my heart hurt when I thought about how incredible he was, how much he’d accomplished. How pretty his adorably-dimpled smile was. How much I liked it when he laughed at one of my jokes.
Damn.
I really was in love with him, wasn’t I?
“Good news for him,” Morgan said, apparently not surprised that I was suddenly into men—aman, at least. “Because he’s in love with you, too.”
“Is he?” I asked, uncertain. Iwantedto believe that was what I’d just read, but…
“Yeah,” Morgan said, like I’d just asked if the earth revolved around the sun. “Clearly.”
“Based on the books?”
Morgan wrinkled his nose. “What? No. Based on the way he was looking at you on Sunday. I assumed you went back to his cabin and tore each other’s clothes off after you left.”
“Uh, no.” I licked my lips. “No, we just… napped together.”
“Somehow,” Morgan said. “That’s worse.”
It was though, wasn’t it? That was the whole thing. It wasn’t just about sex. The sex wasgreat, but the great thing about it was that it was with Felix. That I got to be close to him and make him happy and that we were both having fun.
I liked napping next to himas muchas I liked having sex with him.
Because I loved him.
And I didn’t want to lose him.
“I need to win him back,” I said, looking at Morgan. “How do I do that?” I asked, since he was apparently my Felix expert now.
“Are you asking a florist how he thinks you oughta say sorry for some romantic misdeed?” he asked.
I looked around at the shop, full of beautiful bouquets of flowers, and realizedexactlywhat I needed.
“I will take whichever flowers you think are most likely to get me some forgiveness,” he said. “But I need to drop by the grocery store first.”
“Chocolate?” Morgan asked.
