“One more question,” I started. “Do you have a crown?” I smirked at him, a string of giggles escaping my lips. The thought of Felix in some big ridiculous fancy hat was almost unimaginable. He was such a big guy; he’d look goofy with a crown. Fighting back a laugh of his own, he grinned. “No,” he answered. “But I’ll gladly have you sit on my face. Make me your throne, and you’ll be my crown.”
