Felix
The engine dies, and silence settles over the garage like dust.
Even now, as I sit in the garage, surrounded by chrome and leather and the smell of gasoline, I’m thinking about how she looked this morning at breakfast. Hair still wet from her shower. That giant sweater hoodie thing that somehow makes her look smaller and softer and way too tempting.
Shit.
I'm losing it.
I swing off the bike and go inside, the small bag I brought with me from the boutique downtown still in my hand. I came across it after practice, a place Marcus's girlfriend named once.
I got a midnight blue dress for Soren.
I'm heading up the stairs when I hear music coming from one of the rooms.
The door is cracked, and I spy her through it, perched at this enormous vanity that seems like it could be on dis
