74.

BRYNN.

I let out a long sigh of relief when Felix finally walks out of the room. He’s out of the janitor’s wear and he is absolutely gorgeous in his jeans and thin shirt with his hair a mess on his head.

He looks surprised when he sees me and he walks up to me, taking two steps at a time.

"Hey. Was it okay in—" the rest of my words are muffled against his shirt when he pulls me in, his hand moving to my head to keep me to him while the other rests on my back. I try to breathe through the space of his arm as I move my head against his chest and wrap my arms around his middle.

"I didn’t think you’d be here." He mumbles as he strokes my back and I smile. "Where else would I be?" He says nothing in response, just holds me tighter against him as if I’d disappear the second he lets go and I let him, needing it just as much as he does.

After what feels like long hugging in the quiet hallway, Felix finally loosens his grip on me, but he doesn’t entirely let go as he pulls back. His hands drop