WIP WEDNESDAY - THE WAITING GAME

Felix suddenly had the overwhelming urge to press his lips against Jonah’s to shut him up and he let out a strange, strangled sound, confused by the reaction.

“What?” Jonah said, studying his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

But Felix had no idea how to answer that.

He’d never looked at Jonah that way. He’d never thought about doing that before.

He’d always known, in an objective way, that Jonah was attractive.

But he’d never wanted to act on that.