I stop a foot inside the house after closing the door, and there must be something wrong with me, because Felix is seated on the couch with a floral shower cap on his head and two-toned green mud on his cheeks, nose, and forehead, and thereās yarn all around himāheās obviously knitting somethingāand I still want to f*ck his brains out.
āHi, Jake!ā
Heās bright-eyed and his usual shade of pale, and so damn excited to see me. He always is.
Heās like coming home to a golden retriever.
I cross the room until Iām standing in front of his blanket covered legs, and when he tilts his head to look at me, I brace my hands behind him on the back of the couch and bend down and kiss him.
āHi,ā I say, hovering over his hot mouth.
āHello.ā
āYou look really good.ā
Felix blinks, and even with stuff all over his face, I can tell just how red heās getting.
āYou look really good.ā His eyes run down my chest and back up again. āI lookā¦ well, I was going to say ridiculous, but I know I shouldnāt put myself down like that. Letās just say Iāve looked better.ā
I shake my head, and when he nods in challenge, I kiss him again to make him stop.
Felix and Jake forever.
(I could seriously stare at this art all day. I think it might be my favorite.)
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