FELIX.Our lips are almost brushing to the point where I start to inhale her breath and I only need one head movement to grasp her mouth but Brynn chooses that moment to shift against the wall—thankfully—bringing me out of my trance and I lift my head, exhaling and inhaling rapidly before instantly taking more than two steps back, letting Brynn’s thumb drop from my knuckles.I can’t bear to meet her eyes in this space as I dodge my head through the corner.They lost us," I tell her. I hear Brynn move, and it’s only once she steps outside that I manage to look at her. She’s still wet, looking just as enticing as she looked in that dark corner, and I wet my lips before stepping outside with her.It’s only when I’m standing close I notice her body trembles a bit and when she rubs her hands down her arms, she gives me more than enough reason to take off my jacket and drape it over her back. She turns to me from the sudden gesture and I throw her a small smile. "Cold?""A bit." She answers.

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

BRYNN.People in this town probably see me as someone who belongs on the top list of the most privileged people around. Straight from my family background to the kind of people I keep around. And they’re right about it. I do know I’m privileged. Riches. Authority. Influence. Those things easily come to me. I was born with them and I love having them.I love being privileged. I love the fact that the existence of someone else can never easily threaten me. I love the fact that I get to get the newest collection of luxury bags and dresses easily. I love the fact that a good time with my friend would be getting on a yacht for a few days’ trip, and I love the fact that my friends are just as influential.Despite all that though, there are several instances where I wish I could get away from it all. More than once moments where I wished my life was different or I could trade places with someone else; even just for a night.Tonight is one of those times.The frown on my face hasn’t left as I

FELIX."Come on." Sasha starts to drag my arm forward, which takes quite some strength from her because I refuse to take my eyes off Brynn and Asher. Especially Asher, who easily mixes with them like he’s a secret son of the family.My hands form into fists in my pockets and I grunt under my nose as Sasha takes us to another corner of the room."It’s marvelous." She mumbles, but I’m paying no attention to her as I try to stretch my neck to catch a glimpse of the people who are now a bit far away from where I stand with Sasha.Why’s Asher here? Are they truly back together? If he’s speaking with Brynn’s parents with such an aura of bliss floating around them, I can presume she never told her parents what he did and that they broke up, and the only reason she wouldn’t do that is because she might believe they can still work things out and get back together—if they’re not already together.I pull my hands out of my pockets to avoid tearing through the fabric of my pants.No fucking way.I

FELIX.I’m an idiot.Brynn had made me angry with her rejections, and her sudden acceptance of Asher’s advances, and in return, I angered her the only way I knew how to. I wanted her to feel how I felt but as I lie down here now, back to the ground and arms spread wide on the floor of the restroom we both came in, Asher and Brynn long gone; I realize maybe I shouldn’t have angered her.Because there’s a difference between Brynn being angered and me being furious. Even in my fury, I still want her—I might want her even more when all the other senses are heightened from rage, but in her anger, Brynn has always pushed me away. I wanted her to take back those words and I might have pushed her last button.It’s a funny thing. Brynn was right; I’ve had multiple sexual encounters, most go far beyond what I did with her and they’ve never meant anything to me. I always made sure the other party got that too, yet a girl telling me our make-out session meant nothing to her triggered my rage and I