“I’m relishing you,” I tell Felix, tipsy, as we make out in the stairwell. I’m addicted to how he tastes. Salt and Tic Tacs. He laughs into my mouth. “Relishing?” “Yes, and I don’t think I’ve ever relished anyone before. But I relish you, Felix Edgar Clark.” Felix takes my head in his hands. “I relish you, too, Lucy Beth Ashby.”
