𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 𖤓 - 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧.

DEKAENNÉA.

Felix scoffed as an act of denial, his hand reaching to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"He-," Felix staggered, trying to make sense of Lyssa's confession, "He told you?"

"Yes, Fe!" Lyssa struggled immensely to keep her voice below a whisper, for she was still intimidated by his supposed presence.

For since Oliver had nonchalantly told Lyssa what he'd seen, she had as if she were being watched closely every waking second she spent inside the Saltburn estate.

"Lyss-, this doesn't make any sense-,"

"I know! He's a creep, Felix!," She turned her back to face him, pacing over to the large window that overlooked the garden Labyrinth in its entirety.

For in that moment Lyssa hoped the luscious walls of twisting and bending greenery would provide a momentary comfort.

But instead, it just reminded her of her compromising situation that she'd just dubbed Felix in on, and how things could go south very fast.

Lyssa had a suspicion that Oliver had deviating intentions beside being a troubled, studious and reserved boy that just wanted to have a six-week long sleepover with a new mate.

She didn't know what, exactly, but she knew that his motive for being here and so close to such a wealthy family was ill-endowed, and that made him untrustworthy in her eyes.

Napoleon Syndrome - never trust a man lacking in general height.

Lyssa had been repeatedly making mental reminders of this fact every time she stepped into the pub on a bustling Friday evening.

"What can we do?,"

He asked hopelessly, walking over to where Lyssa was stood stilly staring out of the window.

He reached over to the side of the window, his hand reaching to tug the curtains shut.

"We need..," Lyssa trailed off, now lost in her own labyrinth of thought, "We need to stop."

"Stop?," Felix let out a confused, bitter chuckle.

"Lyssa, we haven't even begun."

His remark made her turn to face him, boring her eyes into his own, for his shift in tone infuriated her.

"What?," She provoked, narrowing her eyes.

"He saw us once. One time." He justified, raising his hands to place them on each of her shoulders, his thumbs massaging small circles into the flesh.

"And what if he keeps watching us, Fe?" Lyssa shrugged off his touch, visibly disturbed, "What will happen then?,"

"We-, We just let him perv on us?" She exasperated, throwing her arms dramatically in the air.

"Felix, i don't think I'll ever be able to touch you again without thinking that he's watching us from somewhere."

"I'm sure it was an accident," He tried to deescalate the situation,

This may have also been a lousy attempt to protect his friends innocence, in which had tricked his brain into thinking Oliver had.

"-He probably just accidentally stumbled upon us while going to get some water, or something."

Lyssa rolled her eyes in complete disbelief of his ignorance to the distressing nature of their situation, yet it was obvious of his naivety towards Oliver's behaviour.

"I mean," He continued, "We were making out on the landing, where anyone could've seen."

Lyssa shook her head slowly, looking away from Felix and his poor act of reassurance.