Jenna's POV
The event had finally come to an end, but Felix had definitely had too much to drink. He could barely walk straight, so I decided to drive us home. I gave a quick goodbye to Sara and the remaining guests, waving off their concerned glances as Felix leaned on me for support.
Nikolai approached us just as I was about to get Felix into the car. "I can drive you both," he offered, his voice calm but firm. "It’s late, and I don’t think you should be driving alone."
I shook my head, giving him a polite but tired smile. "Thanks, Nikolai, but I can handle it. I’ll make sure he gets home safely."
He hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to push the issue, but eventually nodded. "Alright, just be careful. Call me if you need anything."
“Thanks,” I muttered, feeling a bit overwhelmed but grateful. Once Felix was settled in the passenger seat, I closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
The drive was quiet, with only the sound of Felix’s soft breathing breaking the silence. His head was tilted against the window, eyes closed, completely oblivious to the world around him. I glanced at him briefly, my mind replaying the night’s events.
Felix had been charming as always, but tonight there was something else. He had seemed more distant, even when he was smiling and laughing with everyone. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something deeper. Either way, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Felix than he was letting me see.
As I drove through the empty streets, my mind wandered back to our earlier conversation with Sara. Felix had been good to me, but was that enough? Could I really move forward with him knowing that a part of him felt closed off, like there were walls I couldn’t break down?
We finally pulled up in front of his place, and I sighed, reaching over to gently shake him awake. "Felix, we’re here."
He stirred, groaning slightly as he opened his eyes, looking around in confusion. "Huh? Oh… thanks, Jenna," he mumbled, trying to sit up straight.
“Come on, I’ll help you inside,” I said softly, getting out of the car and walking over to his side. I helped him out, and we slowly made our way to the front door.
Once we were inside, Felix stumbled toward the couch, collapsing onto it with a tired sigh. I stood there for a moment, watching him as he closed his eyes again. He looked so vulnerable, so different from the confident, sometimes secretive man I was used to.
"Jenna," his voice came out in a whisper, barely audible.
I moved closer, kneeling down beside him. "Yeah?"
He opened his eyes slightly, staring at me with a look I couldn’t quite read. “Give me a chance, forget about Aiden, he cheated on you.”
His words caught me off guard, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. There was something raw in his tone, something real that I hadn’t heard from him before. Felix, usually composed and playful, was now so vulnerable. It made my heart race, a confusing mix of emotions.
Before I could even process what he said, he reached up and gently cupped my cheek. His touch was warm, and despite the alcohol in his system, there was an undeniable charm to him. “Ai…” he murmured, but he didn’t finish his sentence.
Instead, he leaned in, and before I knew it, his lips were on mine.
For a second, I froze, my mind racing to catch up with what was happening. His kiss was unexpected, soft yet full of intensity. I could taste the faint bitterness of the alcohol on his lips, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I found myself responding, my lips moving in sync with his.
It felt like the world around us blurred, leaving just the two of us at that moment. There was a heady mix of confusion and temptation, like I was getting swept into something I hadn’t anticipated. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the kiss or from the weight of what it all meant.
But then, reality hit me.
I pulled back slightly, breathless, my mind now racing with questions. What was I doing? Was this right? Felix was drunk, and I wasn’t sure if he even realized what he was doing—or if he’d remember any of it tomorrow.
"Felix," I whispered, my voice shaky, "we shouldn't..."
He leaned his forehead against mine, his eyes still closed, breathing heavily. “I’m serious. Give me a chance. Let me show you I’m different... that I won’t hurt you like he did.”
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words sinking in. Part of me wanted to believe him, wanted to let go of everything with Aiden and move forward. But another part of me was scared. Felix was right there, offering something new—but could I trust him? Or was I just running away from the pain Aiden had left behind?
I pulled back a little more, creating some distance between us. "Felix, you're drunk... we should talk about this when you're sober," I said softly, trying to maintain control over the confusing swirl of emotions inside me.
He frowned, his brows knitting together, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a heavy sigh and leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes again. "Alright... we’ll talk later," he muttered, sounding tired.
I stood up slowly, feeling a strange mix of relief and unease. I needed time to think. This wasn’t something I could figure out in a single night. As much as Felix had opened up tonight, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to do the same.
I quietly walked to the door, glancing back at him one last time before stepping out into the cool night air. The kiss still lingered on my lips; the confusion still heavy in my chest.
But one thing was clear—this wasn’t just about Felix or Aiden anymore. This was about me and what I wanted moving forward.
And that was something I’d have to figure out on my own.