BENITA CELESTINE

I could see Felix’s face flush red, and I was so proud of myself until he responded, “Do you want to see it? Me naked.”

It was my turn to burn red, not just my face but my entire existence.

My body tensed when he reached for his shirt button with one hand, the other hand still around my waist to secure me in place on his lap.

I blinked, “What — are you — doing?”

He scuffed, “Undressing.”

“You — you don't — have to,” I voiced, holding his hand ...