Felix and the Prince (Forever Wilde, #2)

by Lucy Lennox

Warm brown eyes peered at me expectantly from under bed-rumpled hair, and I had a moment’s clarity that I was really quite gay. I’d spent much of my time since puberty self-identifying as bisexual, but in that moment, I couldn’t imagine a single woman on earth who could ever come close to being as attractive and enticing to me as the man in front of me. But then again, there couldn’t be another man that beautiful either. Perhaps I was Felix-sexual.

So I decided to take it with my chin up and squash down all the emotional shit until I could get home and find a nice little shady spot on Doc and Grandpa’s ranch to curl up in the fetal position and lose my ever-loving shit.

I stopped to take a sip of water to wash away the lump in my throat as I thought about Etienne and Gabriel hiding away at Gadleigh in order to find each other away from real life. The similarity to mine and Lio’s situation was excruciating. The fact that in five hundred years, nothing had fucking changed.

I hated those fuckers and their stupid-assed unconditional love. Every once in a while it would be nice to be neglected and ignored. Left to rot out in some shed somewhere with only a fire to keep me warm and bits of broken glass littering the floor…

“Babe, I don’t really have a choice,” I said, bringing my legs around to cross ankles behind him. “My heart’s already decided. It’s picked you. I didn’t really have a say in it.”