Page 78 of Felix

My heartbeat trips. “Yeah?”

There’s his shy happy smile. “Yeah. If that’s okay?”

“Of course, Specs. Need to grab anything from your place first?”

“Might as well since we’re right here.”

I nod, and Emil and I head up to his apartment. He feeds Arthur and checks on the new hermit crab, who Emil thinks is molting, considering the little fella hasn’t reappeared or eaten in days. I’m not sure how much he can determine with the crab burrowed out of sight as he is, but Emil seems satisfied after looking into his tank.

I follow along as Emil packs a very small bag, consisting of a change of clothes and a few toiletries. With that in hand, we lock up and head the short way down the street to my building. Emil looks around as we climb the stairs, as if he’s wandering into a brand-new world.

“How’s it feel being on the other side of the curtain?” I ask.

Emil huffs. “Let me in, and I’ll tell you.”

Grinning, I unlock my door and throw it open. Emil steps in ahead of me, his head on a swivel.

“Whoa,” he says quietly.

“Pretty great, right?”

Although small, the apartment is beautiful. My grandma picked a bold, bright teal for the walls, and on the far side of the room, she hand-painted a massive cherry blossom tree in full bloom. The building is old, so it has some character you don’t see in most modern apartments around here, like crown molding on the ceilings and gold fixtures in the kitchen and bathroom. Even the light plates are gold.

Emil walks around, taking it all in. I could probably update some of the furniture, like the dated, floral couch, but I haven’t yet been able to bring myself to change a thing.

When Emil reaches my open bedroom door, he looks back at me.

“Go ahead,” I tell him with a chuckle.

He walks inside, glancing at my bed. His eyes sweep over to the closet next, and then he spots the sewing table. He heads that way.

“That’s Bernie,” I tell him.

His eyebrows pop up.

“The sewing machine,” I explain. “She’s a Bernina. Hence, Bernie.”

Emil makes a soft sound, his fingers tracing ever so lightly over her surface. I feel the motion like a caress, and my dick perks, which is just… Huh. I don’t know what that is.

He sits on the chair in front of the table, looking out the window. “There it is. My bed.”

“Looks better with you in it.”

His lips twitch. “Want me to go over there so you can double-check?”

“Nuh-uh,” I say, stepping closer. “Not this time, Specs. Tonight, you’re all mine.”

He meets my gaze, hand lifting to give my skirt a little tug. I step between his legs, and he starts bunching up the fabric.

“What’cha doing, Specs?”

In answer, he lifts the material up to my waist. My dick strains against the front of my underwear as Emil leans forward, skimming his cheek over my hardening cock. I mutter a curse.

His eyes lift to mine, mere millimeters separating the two of us.

“Anything you want, Specs,” I tell him, knowing it’s the truth.

His request is simple. “Watch me.”

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