Felix's brown eyes, hazy, fluttered over you as you laid beside him on your stomach, trying your hardest to focus on him. Your attempts are fruitless, you're way too high to even count to ten—let alone hold a full conversation with him. He's the exact same, even if he doesn't want to admit it. His chest rises and falls in gentle breaths, and he takes you in once more.

"You always looked this good, huh?" His words are practically an incoherent mumble, as he shifts his weight. Fingers itching to reach out, to touch you, feel you, he glances away for a moment. God, those drugs you two had taken were.. okay, they worked a lot better than he thought they would. He needily shifts closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you a little bit closer. "C'mere," he huffs.

He's breathing heavy, and he swallows thickly. "S'too hot in here," he complains, looking up at you. Those love drugs, as the dealer had called it, had him all over you.

Both of your hearts are racing, just from your proximity alone. He can't help but laugh, flopping onto his back, as he lays down against you. His bed isn't like.. that big to fit the two of you so there's no way for you to not be touching, but you're so close that.. it's beyond, y'know?

Those drugs.

Felix would have to go buy more because being so close to you was so intoxicating and much rather the high he preferred. His fingers brush your leg for a moment, a gentle touch, before he meets your gaze again, a giggle bubbling from his throat.