AFTER HOURS ✔

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We reached the best book place in the town.

But guys who read books are just you know are a different breed, you feel me?

I don't know why but a faint image of Felix sitting carelessly on the floor reading that book earlier hit my mind figment for a minute.

Felix! Felix! FELIX

He is ruling my head as no one else does.

Simon goes towards the new arrivals section, and I go to the fat ass book section.

Fat books are not just the want of the hour, they are the need.

I was sitting down and reading before I could grab a few.

I decided on a couple of books and took them for billing so did Simon.

We brought a few books and he dropped me at home and said he had to pull over and leave.

I walked into my home skipping steps happily

I remembered that Felix had come over to my condo earlier I decided to check.

I rang his bell and waited for him to open the door, I was waiting for a couple of minutes until the door opened.

I was stunned to look at him.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hairs were let loose and they were wet.

I'm pretty sure he was drunk.

He looks at me and says sarcastically " Oh look who's here?" He gives me one side evil smile.

I don't know what to say.

" So how was your date?" He continues to ask.

"Felix, what's wrong with you? " I finally asked.

"Wow what's wrong with me," He says shocked dramatically.

Drama queen.

I walk inside shaking my head.

He comes behind me following me.

I sit on the couch and so does he beside me.

I see a whiskey bottle kept on the table and the glass beside it.

The bottle was almost done.

" Why are you even drinking Felix?" I ask him worried about the amount of drink he consumed.

He clicks his tongue and I ask him once again " Felix I am talking to you " I say frustrated by his behaviour.

" As if you care " he whispers.

I look at him shocked what did he just say now?

"What did you say?" I ask stressing over the words.

" You heard me," he says.

" You know what Loren just leave, go to your home " he shunts me out.

I know I've always left when he asked me to and now I did not want to do it.

" No, I won't, " I say a little too quickly.

He looks at me confused.

He holds both shoulders in his hands and says " Who are you? And what have you done to my Loren " he says shaking my shoulder back and forth.

What does he mean?

My Loren?

Did I hear that correctly?

" What do you mean what happened to me?" I ask letting his hand down, holding them in mine.

" Nevermind I'll go to sleep do you want to join? " he teases me.

He's drunk.

" No, I'm good," I say knowing his state.

" Fine," he says thinking something before he walks into his room.

Once he was in his room, I decided to make him some matcha so it would help with his hangover later.

I kept it in the kettle just in case it would turn cold he could reheat it.

I walk into his room and find him laying down so freely, he looks relaxed.

I remove his shoes keep them aside and wrap a blanket just then my hand reached over his chest to cover him.

He pulls me onto him and holds me as if his life is dependant on me.

" Don't leave?" he says and I stop struggling to get out of his hold.

I was looking at him, it's been so long that I've seen him so peacefully rest like this not that I've seen before.

But he looks so damn gorgeous.

Like at this point I'm surprised that he even exists.

Imagine being him

Can't relate.

What did he mean by don't leave? My mind could not help but wonder.

Is everything okay?

Why does it make me feel that he's troubled

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