Felix remained frozen as Lara lay beneath him, her perfume thick in the air, floral and intoxicating. The silk of her dress rustled against the sheets, and her painted lips curved into a knowing smile. Her fingers slowly trailed up his back, grazing the fabric of his shirt as she arched subtly against him.
"You're heavier than you look," Lara teased softly, breathy, her voice laced with a drunken boldness. Her hand moved to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "Not that I mind."
That snapped him out of it.
Felix exhaled sharply, eyes narrowing. He braced his hands on either side of her head and pushed himself up, creating distance. He didn't look at her as he stood, dusting his pants as if trying to rid himself of the contact.
"Hey," Lara said, propping herself up on her elbows, her brows drawing together in a slight pout. "I'm not some kind of germ, you know."
