“Um, Felix?” The blond lifted his head and brushed a curl out of my face. “Yes, love?” “Oh, boy.” His look of hopeful reverence gave me the sinking feeling that I was about to kick a puppy. Not a great night for me. “So, not sure if you heard,” I began slowly. “But it looks like a love potion has struck you. I’m sorry, but I’m not your mate.” “I disagree,” he said simply. “Sorry, did you miss the part about the love potion?” “Yes, beloved, I can hear just fine. I just disagree.”
