Page 21 of King of Hollywood
That’s what I’d do.
If this date did not go well, I would move. I loved Beach Town—kinda—but I could settle somewhere else. Maybe there were other branches of The Club? I would miss Allen, if I was being honest. The crematory was incredibly convenient for my hobby but…
I could bite back the compulsion, couldn’t I? If I had to.
I could choose not to kill for a while if I had to move.
I’d done it before, I could do it again.
Maybe I was comfortable here, with my systems, my patterns, and my people—but I could abandon them. I could.
No.
Fuck.
Once again I was worrying myself into circles. This didn’t serve anyone, least of all me.
Winnie’s voice in my head whispered, okay bitch, so we’ve thought about what could go wrong. But what about…if it goes right?
What if Felix had a penchant for death like I did? We could…well… We could kill together, couldn’t we?
And outside of that, there were other things that might be nice, right? Felix certainly didn’t have landscaping skills, but he was an excellent crafter. It would make Christmas easy, wouldn’t it? He could make presents for my siblings. They loved handmade stuff—which meant they always scoffed at my gifts, as I was not the kind of man who created anything but mayhem.
They’d love him, wouldn’t they?
We’d have to work around the sun thing—but Winnie hadn’t seemed all that fazed by it—and she was one of the judgiest people in my family. If Winnie could get behind it, everyone else could too.
Accommodating Felix in my life was as simple as investing in blackout curtains.
Yes.
And those blinds that Felix had.
We could work around anything with a little elbow grease and determination.
Oh! And on top of having a Christmas-gift-partner, I’d finally have someone to take with me to the company parties. I’d stop getting pitying looks—and Felix wouldn’t wander the streets alone anymore. It was a win-win situation.
I’d always been single.
It wasn’t that I was unattractive, truthfully I was quite aware of my good looks. They were the only thing I had going for me most days. What I lacked was a winning personality. It only took a solid thirty seconds for most people to realize that I was not the kind of man you wanted to spend extended periods of time with.
Which had never bothered me until now.
I didn’t want Felix to think that about me.
He didn’t seem to? If his reaction to my presence was any indication. He looked at me, not like there were screws loose, but like I was the screw he’d been missing. It was a nice look. Odd, but nice.
Things could go badly, yes.
But they could…wow.
They could go so so well.
I’d even put up with his cats if it meant he’d like me.
Being in a committed relationship didn’t seem nearly as daunting as it had before.
Still…
