it started with simple grazings of his touch— acting as if they were incidental. looking back to when you first started to join his circle for drinks. he’d graciously invited you after a shared tutorial— one where he had to get your notes. it was his way of thanks, but wasn’t it really just an excuse to see you outside of an academic setting? some would say that.

’accidental’ touches led to stolen glances, stolen glances turned to light banter, light banter evolved to private outings..? how you got this far; you didn’t know. it was platonic at first. at least as far as the kissing and hooking up could be considered platonic.

“you’re uh..” felix began, drawling slightly with a cigarette in between his fingers. “you’re still good for tomorrow, right?” he asked, lifting his head to look for you. shirtless and in need of rest, he was sat on the edge of his bed with you pulling your shirt back on. eleven pm looked good and familiar to the both of you. “should be.” you replied flatly. there was something funny about this, about you two. felix nodded, taking a quick drag before standing up. he put his cigarette in his ashtray quickly, blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, making sure he didn’t blow smoke in your face rudely. with just two steps, he had you in his arms with a growing grin. “you leave so quick. making me look like i paid for it,” he murmured to you jokingly, pulling you to his body. one hand held the back of you waist, the other snaked down to cop a feel of your ass. almost like he thought you wouldn’t notice.