Can I call you? My heart races at a speed only Felix makes it race. “I’m not really a fan of texting,” he says when I answer. “Are you a fan of talking on the phone?” “I’m a fan of listening to your voice.” I smile. “Can you tell when you’re flirting, or is it so ingrained that you don’t notice?” His laugh—soft, short—fills my ears, my lungs, my heart. “I’m only telling the truth.”
