Bella spun around sharply, locking eyes with Felix. Her gaze dropped to her hand, where his fingers were still curled around her wrist, then back up to his face as if the brief contact had left an invisible burn.
Taking the hint, Felix let go of her, clearing his throat.
“Before you leave, I have a few things I’d like to clarify about… our arrangement.”
His voice was even and measured; Bella raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words.
“Alright, I’m listening.”
“First,” he began, “we’ll need to exchange contact information. My mother is likely to ask about you, and it would help if I could actually reach you whenever it is required.
I'll make sure that she doesn't bother you too often, but I would really appreciate it if you could keep up the act in front of her.”
Bella’s expressio
