Page 41 of Hollow Heart

“Look at you, all cleaned up and pretty,” he croons, brushing something off my shoulder.

I’m acutely aware of his proximity to me, and so is my cock.

Up close like this, I can smell his heady cologne, mixed with the scent of freshly washed hair, and I can’t deny it smells divine.

I glance down at Felix’s face, marveling once more at those pouty, pierced lips. He’s got a simple silver ring in, and I don’t miss the way it jiggles, telling me his tongue is playing with it.

Why that notion makes my cock twitch, I have no idea.

“Yes, well, what was I supposed to do when a capsule wardrobe showed up at my door?” I mutter as he runs his fingers down my velvet sleeve.

His eyes flash with a brightness that is clear, stable. Once again, the pain in the ass is stone cold sober, and something about that fact feels... important, though I’m not sure why.

Maybe I actually got through to him.

“I must admit, I half thought you would send it back.” He blinks, taking a step back, heading toward the dresser.

Giving me ample sight of his back, of those corded lean muscles.

I’m not shocked when I see the wings on his shoulder blades, even though his spread in Playgirl showed a bare back.

“Those new?” I ask, trying my hardestnotto watch slinky Felix in his underwear like some fucking pervert.

The notion is more difficult than it should be.

I stand off his side, keeping my distance, strategically angling myself so I can adjust my cock without drawing attention.

God, that would be awkward as hell. Surely, Felix would fire my ass if he thought...

I swallow harshly as he jiggles his slacks on, watching his tattooed knuckles fasten his belt.

“The wings, I mean?” I blurt, trying to focus on anything but the way the shadows and ink light up his form.

“I’ve had ‘em for a couple years, why?”

“Just, uh... curious,” I reply.

Felix pulls on his bright pink shirt, slowly working on the bottom button as he saunters across the room, his gaze pinning me to my place.

The look on his face is predatory, but also... playful.

Like he enjoys tormenting me and making me uncomfortable.

Maybe he does.

I know that should bother me.

Hell, most of the time everything Felix does, bothers me.

So why does this feel different?

He stands tall, but I am taller.

His bright blue eyes gaze up at me as he lazily buttons the second button, pouting his lips.

“What about you, Duncan? Got any ink to show and tell? Something... new?”

I do. Though it’s not new and I’ll be damned if I show him.

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