Page 115 of King of Hollywood
“It is.”
“It seems…silly not to take advantage.”
“It does,” Felix grinned, and it made my heart hurt.
“Felix Finley,” I said softly, releasing him so I could step back, feet smooshing into more cake. I offered him my hand, half bowing.
“Marshall Warden,” he replied, staring at me like I was the single most beautiful thing on this earth. No one had ever looked at me like that. It seemed fitting that he would. My love, my heart, my star. My sweet monster, still smeared in blood—his white suit as stained as mine was.
“May I have this dance?”
His eyes sparkled as he placed his hand in mine, giving it a tight squeeze. “I thought you’d never ask.”
We danced.
We danced.
We danced.
Chapter twenty-two
Felix and I danced till the moon rose high in the sky, the blood on Felix’s face dried, and the other members of The Club found us, all seemingly unsurprised by the mess we’d made. Allen shook his head at me, though his eyes were warm.
He pulled Barry’s body away—effectively cleaning up our mess, as the rest of The Club members grumbled and swore. Felix commanded the guests home, and they emptied out of the yard in a frog march, still unaware of how bloody the night had ended. Felix said they’d wake up the next morning with no recollection of what they’d missed.
And still—
We danced.
Eventually Felix and I left Barry’s backyard. We traveled across town and parked off the road where we normally did. We’d decided it would be best if we checked up on The Club and our corpses, but that didn’t mean we weren’t going to take our sweet time arriving. I had an idea as I shut the car door and held my hand out to Felix.
He tangled our fingers together. And as we stepped beneath the foliage, an evil, wicked, wonderful plan was born inside my head.
We’d done this once before—under very similar circumstances. But then I’d still been my prickly, irritable self. I hadn’t paid attention to him the way I should’ve. Hadn’t loved him the way he deserved to be loved.
He deserved a do-over.
And that was exactly what I was going to give him.
I only hoped that he’d remember—because if he didn’t, my words would not make any sense.
I’ve often wondered if I would’ve made some of the choices that I did—if I’d had someone who stood beside me. Perhaps I never needed the world to love me, but just one…single person. Maybe that would have been enough.
“So…we’re boyfriends,” I started, as we began the trek through the woods to the crematory where our kills were currently being disposed of. Nerves fluttered around inside my stomach as I waited to see if he’d understand.
He didn’t at first.
He just looked confused as he nodded, and then…after staring at the look on my face, it finally seemed to click. Felix blinked, processing my words for a few more seconds before a sunny, bloody smile spread across his lips. I could literally see the moment he recognized the parallels between this moment and our first night together in these very woods. Which had been my intention, so I was more than a little glad it had worked.
“Yes,” Felix answered, still grinning.
The tables had turned, and I couldn’t even be mad about it.
Licking my lips, I held a tree branch up for him to cross beneath, and continued speaking, “We’ve been boyfriends for a while.”
“All summer.”
“We’ve never really talked about it.”
