Dirty and Sinful Collection
This thing, whatever it was, felt good.
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On Thursday, I met Felix, who felt much too ordinary. We were both in the bookstore two blocks from my apartment. He was tall and had messy curls. He was reading something about modern demonology, muttering something under his breath as he flipped a page.
I laughed. I just couldn’t help it.
He looked up.
I tilted my head curiously.
“You don’t actually believe that stuff, do you?” I asked.
He smirked, slow and lazyily. “What if I said yes?”