61.

FELIX.

"I thought you weren’t going to use it." I stop staring at myself in the mirror to look at Lemuel. He’s standing by my door, his brows lifted and his lips curled in a small smirk. I look at the card that’s lying on my bed before I meet his gaze again. "Something came up."

"Sure." He chuckles, letting himself in. I face the mirror as he walks to my bed and I leave half of the white undershirt buttons open before I push a hand through my hair. It falls back on my forehead and I shuffle closer to the mirror. Might look like I haven’t slept in days, but I still look so fucking salivating.

"Stop obsessing over yourself," Lemuel says behind me as if he can read my mind and I laugh before moving back. When I turn to him, I keep my hands in my pockets and his gaze rakes down my body. He nods, "Not bad."

"As expected." I wink before moving from his front. "So I was right; it’s a girl’s problem." His voice booms across the room as I lean over the drawer to snatch my keys.

"I’m just confir