Felix ruffled his hair roughly, fingers tunneling through the strands with frustration, as he stared at the message he'd just sent to Katherine.
It felt pathetic. Like a cheap bandage slapped over a wound he was the one digging.
With a muttered curse, he shoved the phone back into his pocket and exhaled hard. His other hand was clenched in a tight fist at his side, the veins in his arm visible beneath his rolled-up sleeves.
Across from him, Lara stood with a satisfied smile, her lips painted a glossy cherry red that seemed to shine brighter under the fluorescent lights of the gas station canopy. Her arms were crossed playfully, as if this was all a game.
Felix looked at her, chest tight with mounting exhaustion.
He hadn't planned on seeing her again tonight. In fact, he'd done everything not to.
He remembered exactly how it happened.
