Page 132 of Dubious Match
Felix finds more art supplies in there and grins. “You see a lot more than anyone gives you credit for,” he says. “I minored in art in college, but didn’t think I’d be good enough to make a go at it.”
“I think you are,” I say with a small shrug. “Even if it’s just for you, that’s fine too.”
Mal tucks me into his side and kisses my forehead. “You’re amazing. I’ve been trying to tell him this for ages.”
Felix just smiles, looking down at the sketch pad as Remy opens his gift.
“Concert tickets?” he asks.
“You remind me to dance like no one’s watching. Angelic Demons are coming into town, so I got tickets for us all to go,” I explain.
“I really like them,” Mal says, surprising me. “I’m an angry driver. When traffic is heavy, I like to listen to them.”
“And since he’s the driver, we know all the lyrics,” Brice chuckles.
“So this is a good present too,” I say with a laugh. “Well, that works perfectly. There’s a new notebook inside too with naughty quotes all over it that you can use to mess with your employees.”
“Fuck yes,” Remy grins.
“Your turn,” Mal says, pulling my presents toward me as they open their other gifts from each other.
I would love to say that I am the kind of person who gets a lot of gifts, but I’m really not. Caleb and Lars tend to kidnap me for Christmas or my birthday right after to spoil me, but outside of that, I’m very closed off from people.
This also means that no one knows when my birthday is since I hate talking about it.
The guys all had the same idea as I did about date gifts, and I find a date to a museum exhibit I had talked about once, a painting date to help the organization that I went to the charity for with Felix, and an ice skating date. The last one is for a hockey game, which makes me look up at them.
“You enjoy violence,” Mal smirks. “What’s better than watching guys slam each other on the ice?”
“Other than the eye candy? Nothing,” Remy adds.
I fucking love them.
“This is awesome,” I say. “Thank you. This kind of takes the guesswork out of dates, doesn’t it?”
“They can feel like a lot of pressure, and we don’t want that,” Brice says intently. “It’s just us hanging out and enjoying each other’s company instead.”
“It’s perfect,” I admit. My cheeks hurt from how hard I’m smiling, and soon we’re cleaning up our trash so Felix can get going.
“Walk me out, baby?” he asks.
Nodding, I hug him as we walk toward the door.
“If I ask you to do something, would you think I was crazy?” he asks.
“No,” I say. I could give him shit about it, but Felix looks pensive and nervous about whatever this is.
“Will you bite over your mark for me?” he asks. “You can’t see it as much any more.”
He leans down to show me, the buttons on his sweater open to expose his throat.
“You should know by now that I’m a biter,” I murmur. Over the last week, I’ve given them various bites and scratches during our sexcapades.
“Oh I know,” he says. “I just don’t have a fresh one here.”
His thumb rubs over his throat, and I find myself really wanting to mark him again.
“I guess I’ll have to change that,” I purr. My fingers tug on his hair to bring him closer to me, and I can’t help myself. My tongue drags over his skin, making him groan my name.
