Page 83 of Felix

“You…” He shakes his head, lips twisting. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“I…”

“Take off your pants.”

“What?” I squeak.

He snorts a laugh. “I’m taking a picture. And you know everyone loves that ass of yours, so take ’em off, Specs. That way I can show you off.”

Blood rushes south fast.

Christian chuckles as I roll to my back and unceremoniously shuck off my jeans. He pushes our food containers out of the way, as well as my textbook, and once I roll back onto my stomach, pants-free, his hand smooths up over my tailbone, lifting my shirt.

“Perfect,” he says softly. “Now just turn your head a little this way. Yeah, like that. But don’t look at the camera.”

My heart pounds, and Christian’s palm shifts, pressing down on my lower back. He hums as my ass lifts the tiniest bit.

“Hot, Specs.”

Fuck.

He backs up, making a soft, satisfied sound. A second later, there’s a click. He takes a couple pictures before lying next to me. With his face an inch away from mine, we stare at one another, and his phone clicks again. Then, he’s kissing me.

It’s soft, and it’s gentle, and for the briefest of moments, I feel it again, that sensation of soaring through the air.

When he pulls back, I make a sound of protest, but Christian merely chuckles.

“Don’t give me that face, Specs. No funny business tonight. I came here with every intention of being good.”

“Good is overrated,” I mumble.

Christian grabs his chest. “Be still my heart. My boyfriend is a rebel. Next, you’ll be telling me textbooks should be shelved by color, not alphabetical order.”

I snort, my insides doing funny things. “That would be sacrilege, and you know it.”

“There’s the man I know,” Christian says happily. “Now put your pants back on, Specs, or I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”

I’m oh so tempted to keep them off just to see what would happen, but Christian is right. I really do need to study for this exam. Funny business can wait.

Christian cleans up the remains of our meal as I pull my pants on and get to work. When he comes back into the room, he flops down next to me, phone out. He shows me the screen. “Okay?”

I look at the photo that’s ready to post. It’s clear I’m on a bed at home, not in the studio, but Christian took the shot in a way that the background details are blurred. Even my face is obscured slightly, the focus on my ass. It’s a good picture, subtle somehow. Below, the caption reads, “In one of my favorite places.”

If he posts this, it’ll be obvious he’s with me outside of work. That I’m half-naked. That I’m someone important, considering he’s never posted photos of anyone else on his account. Christian’s fans will recognize who I am. It’s a clear message.

Vixen and Felix. Him and me.

“Yeah,” I say a little hoarsely. “Post it.”

With a smirk, Christian does. Once done, he bumps his shoulder lightly into mine, leaving it there. I try to focus on my class notes, but my mind is otherwise occupied.

“Is this bedroom really one of your favorite places?” I ask. Frankly, I like his bedroom better. His apartment has more character than mine. It feels like a true home, lived in with memories baked into the very walls.

Christian huffs a small laugh, although I’m not sure what’s funny. “You,” he says, shaking his head a little. “You are, Specs.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

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