Felix (New York Players #4)

by Lulu Moore

The absolute best time of the absolute worst time. The silver lining on my cloud. The calm in my storm. The love of my life.

“Breathe, Mol. You need to breathe.” “I can’t, you’re too close.” “Get used to it, because I’m not leaving.”

How many cells does the brain contain? And for an extra bonus point, how many of mine are currently thinking about you? (Answer – all of them)

I love love you