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Demon Boyfriend: Felix 2 (special preview)
🕑 Added 2021-06-24 21:00:07 +0000 UTCThere is some sort of bug going through the town.I’ve had several parents come in wanting medicine for their kids, something to ease a cough, something else to help them sleep. Felix and I haven’t had a moment to finish our conversation as that’s what I have dealt with most of the evening. I’ve had to close down the store front so I have enough time to make more of the needed medicine for what I am sure will be a huge influx tomorrow.
“Aren’t you going to go to bed?” Felix asks.
The corner just outside the recovery room is where I prepare and make my medicines. I was sure he was asleep, but I guess my light must have woken him. “Soon. I just have to finish these.”
Felix wobbles to the door, looking over me with a strange look in his eye. “It’s so late it’s early,” he grumbles. “What on earth could take that long.”
“I’m just getting the supply ready so I don’t have to make it on the spot. People get testy when I have to do that.” I reach for another bottle, filling it with the handmade capsules. “I’ll probably have to make a whole new batch of that balm tomorrow too, so be prepared to inhale eucalyptus fumes all day.”
Felix takes my hand and pulls it away. “You should sleep. Who cares if someone gets pissy waiting for a medicine they need? They need it, they can wait for it.”
I frown at him. “Would you want to wait on something you needed?”
He smirks and arches a brow.
I sniff and yank my hand back. “You don’t need that.” I turn back to the production table and Felix stands directly behind me. His arms come up on either side of me, his hands slide down my arms while his body presses very close to mine. “What are you doing?”
“Finding balance,” he says with a smug laugh to his voice. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“If that was all you were doing I wouldn’t mind it at all. But I can’t help but feel there is an ulterior motive in the works.” I fill another bottle and seal the jar.
Felix’s body is causing warmth to spread through me. It spreads out from my core, heating my center to a smoldering coal. I bite my lip to keep my focus on filling the bottles, but I’m sleepy and I’m easily susceptible right now to following whatever my body wants. Doesn’t matter what my mind is trying to argue at all.
“Come on, put the jars away.” His hands easily sweep aside the work I’m doing. “You can finish in the morning. I’ll be up too to help.”
“You’re up now,” I murmur.
“But not willing.” Felix easily pulls me aside and into the recovery room.
“Felix,” I huff, attempting to argue. He cuts me off, placing a finger before his lips to shush me.
“Just lay down. Morning is closer than you’re aware.” He makes me lie down in his bed and then he crawls up beside me.
“What are you angling at?” I grump.
“Sleep.” His arm falls over top of me and that warmth radiates through my body again. “I was sick of seeing that light outside the door.”
“I could have gone to my own bed,” I pout.
Felix yawns then chuckles. “Then go.”
I look towards the door, but in the dark it seems so far away. I rest back, letting my body sink into the bed as well as Felix’s embrace. His arm sags and grows heavier as she drifts to sleep. I feel his breath against my neck, his skin against my arm. I fade away as well, slipping deeper into that warmth and darkness.
I begin to wake when I am aware of the wind outside. It beats against the sides of the house, it rattles tree branches to scrapes along the windows. I slowly stir, opening my eyes to the gray light of morning. I blink a few times, almost gasping when I don’t recognize where I am. I remember I fell asleep with Felix in the recovery room and I sink back into the bed.
The wind sounds angry, tossing and turning up everything to make it rattle, shake, and moan. I close my eyes, waiting for the sound of rain to follow it and create a symphony upon the tin roof. Felix’s arm tightens around me and a low moan escapes his throat. I wait for him to wake, to move or release me so I can get up. But until his arm lifts I am trapped here with him.
I move my hand back, touching his leg where the velvety skin meets with smooth pebble like scales. He rolls closer to me, nearly pinning me down upon the bed. His warmth his nice, the scent of him on the pillows is also a surprised welcome. The rain comes, tinkling along the tin as it begins. Felix moans again, this time directly into my ear. His body shifts, his arm locks around me. I would say I felt trapped, but I didn’t. I suppose I felt secure? Safe even? With the wind and the rain his warm embrace gave me comfort and a sense of security.
“You smell so good,” Felix murmurs against my ear.
I twitch and every hair on me stands on end. I hold my breath as his lips drag against my skin. His tongue barely touches my ear, radiating shockwaves through my limbs and making my toes tingle.
