Dirty and Sinful Collection
Felix didn’t seem to notice anything wrong in my apartment though, so maybe it was just me overthinking.
He sat on the couch, his legs spread and an easy grin in place.
I stood at the kitchenette, watching him over the rim of a glass of wine I wasn’t drinking. We had launched into an easy conversation and he was talking about his job that had to do with something like tech, but I didn’t care.
My body throbbed with need. My skin burned, and Azariel, I could feel him, even if I couldn’t see him. He was around somewhere, listening and watching.