Page 93 of Introvert

Had I looked up all his covers and played them on repeat?

Possibly.

"There's something about the lyrics, the meaning behind them."

Felix spoke from behind me, and I froze.

"I agree," he said. "Wanting to belong to someone, to be what they need. There's nothing that screams love more."

Turning around slowly, I met his gaze. "Exactly," I said.

Santino looked back and forth between the two of us then smiled. "Well, I'll just leave you two alone to make heart-eyes at each other."

My cheeks heated at his words, but Felix simply shook his head then turned back to me.

Taking a deep breath, I said, "There's something I need to tell you."

"I'm listening," he said.

"I—"

Felix's eyes were watching me curiously.

I tried again and let the words tumble out.

"I think I like you," I said quietly.

"I like you too," he said.

"No, I…like you like you."

Felix stared.

"I know this was supposed to be pretend, but it just happened. I couldn't help it, and yeah. The truth is I like you more than I should."

Thatwas so not the way I'd wanted to tell him. Everything about it felt juvenile and wrongand—oh God, was he smiling?

"Are you laughing?" I asked.

"No," he said, but the smile grew. Even his eyes looked happier.

"Well, it sure looks like it."

"I'm just taking it in."

"Taking what in?"

"The fact that you like me." Felix grinned. "I mean, like me like me."

Nodding, I said, "Okay, I'm going to go find a cliff to jump off now. If you'll excuse me."

Before I could go anywhere, Felix took my hand in his.

"Hey," he said, and I reluctantly looked up. "I came over to ask you something."

"You could've stopped me at any time," I mumbled.

"Why would I? I like what you were saying."

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