The house felt empty without Felix there. Plus, he didn't know what to do with himself. Usually he'd be running around from one part time job to another, or going to several auditions he'd found on sketchy websites.
He decided to clean the entire house even though he needed to. He just wanted to keep himself busy. He limped around the house, cleaning vases and mopping floors. Only stopping when he got to the last room that was locked. He tried the handle so many times but the door wouldn't budge.
Was Felix hiding something?
He shook the thought off, it wasn't fair to doubt Felix when all he'd done was help him. By the time he was done cleaning he took a shower, scrubbing himself completely clean.
The only thing that haunted him still was the boss who had intended to buy him from his kidnappers. He could still feel that electrifying need when he had touched him.
