24.

FELIX.

I’m fucking dead. Or I’m going to and the cause would be finally getting to know what Brynn Addams tastes like.

Jesus. She’s killing me. In the literal sense. She tastes like innocence draped in the most wicked forte. She tastes so delicious. She tastes like my ruin. She tastes like everything I’ve ever fucking wanted, and everything I shouldn’t want at the same time.

I’ve never been this obsessed with anyone. I’ve never craved a girl this badly that it has to come to me fighting against everything else just to make sure I have her. I’ve never yearned this much for anyone. Or anything. Yet here I am, my hand pressing into her cheek as I suck off her bottom lip.

What does she taste like again? So fucking sweet. There’s the lingering taste of that milk she was having earlier mixed with the strawberry taste of her lip-gloss, and I can’t freaking get enough.

I feel Brynn’s hands lift to my sides as I move my hand from her cheek and bury it in her hair, my fingers digging through he