𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

☾ 𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊 ☽

𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙚

From the moment I stepped into school, Felix wouldn't keep his eyes off me. Likewise. However, glances progressed to touches. They weren't too obvious. They were small touches and grazes which could be mistaken for accidental bumps.

When we sat together in the cafeteria, Felix's knee bumped into mine. He maintained it there for the entire period. Two students took a seat at our table, and he clasped his hand around my thigh. I glanced at him, but his eyes were trained on the tray ahead of him. I could barely eat with Felix's hand squeezing my thigh whenever someone would glance toward us—especially me.

Felix had become possessive in a way. I mean, I'm not complaining. But, it was unforeseen. During classes we didn't attend together, he messaged me. I couldn't concentrate due to the obscenity of the texts. They brought tingles to my stomach, making me squirm in my seat, whenever he would become extremely descriptive.

By the time school was dismissed, Felix sprung to my side, guiding me to his vehicle, and driving us to his house. His hand clenched around my thigh during the entire car ride, and I could feel his eyes piercing holes all over my body. He observed me like a predator. It was scary...yet, entrancing.

Felix's mother welcomes us to their home as he ushers me to the basement. I gradually make my way down, and once the light is on, I take a seat on the couch. The area feels more frigid than usual. I'm shivering and chattering my teeth down here. I survey the couch and wonder where the blanket had gone from the previous night I was here. When it's nowhere to be seen, I insert my arms in my shirt from the arm-holes and hug myself tightly while bringing my knees to my chest. I jolt suddenly when I feel a pair of freakishly warm hands on my shoulders.

When I roll my head back, I see Felix rounding the couch to sit beside me. A chuckle erupts from him when he sees my shirt enlarged to cover my trembling figure.

He didn't even bother asking me if I wanted a blanket, he just got straight to the point of my arrival. Which wasn't exactly what I expected...

. . .

The television switches on, displaying the video game we tend to play together. I'm not even in the mood to play. I assumed Felix had other plans, considering how he was behaving the entire day with me. Was I being led on for nothing?

He hands me the controller, and I return him with a side glare. He merely smirks and begins the game. I'm not as thrilled to be playing against him as I usually am. All I am is bored and cold.

What I want right now is to feel Felix against me, filling me up with his warmth. But all he wants to do is play with me, and a stupid game. And I beat him numerous times without the intention to. I can't help it. I'm just a natural-born winner.

Thirty minutes into the game, Felix's mother calls out to us, informing us that she is going out on a date with her husband.

I briefly glance in Felix's direction, noticing a slight change in his expression. I don't consider that as we continue where we left off.

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I lost count of the number of times I beat Felix. It's become a routine as we continue to start the game, over and over, and me winning innumerable times. I grow groggy and laugh whenever Felix grunts under his breath when he falls below health. I can feel his eyes on me as I giggle while smashing various buttons.