37.

FELIX.

I kiss her like I’ve been starved for months and really, I’ve been.

Wild. Feracious. I bite her lips, pull her tongue, and inhale her mouth until Brynn can’t take it anymore and she has to push her back head, loud pants leaving her parted lips as she tries to drag air in.

I press my body to her, my hands leaving to her hips as I make her sit on the leveled opening of the window. From this angle, I have to lower my head completely to meet her gaze, and the lust in hers makes my heart weak.

I don’t know what she’s doing, but a shudder rolls off my shoulder when she removes one of her hands from around my neck and presses it to my cheek. It isn’t a hard press, even less of a caress, as if she’s afraid to touch my skin, but that doesn’t make my heart flutter any less when Brynn asks. "What happened to your face?" There’s a tiny cut left on my right cheekbone from the incident, but it’s almost faded and I didn’t realize she was staring hard enough at my face to notice.

I grin at her.