I am so fucking happy right now, I could die. “Can you keep doing that with my hair? It feels good.” “It looks good too. Your hair is perfect all messy like this.” God. Did I need to hear that or what? How did he know? He plays with another curl at the back of my head. “Go to sleep, Felix.” “Shut up. I am.” His laugh is low and rumbled, and the last thing I hear before I drift.
