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I didn’t know why I was feeling this way, only that when Axel had called himself my man… I had felt something. I couldn’t put to words what it was, just that it scared me. Why? I had no damn idea.
I took a deep breath, my eyes fixed on his. “It’s nothing.” He worked his jaw, about to say something. “Really, it’s nothing.”
He stared at me, his jaw clenched. He looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it. He nodded, turning and walking to his car. I followed, licking my melting ice cream.
“I was joking when I called myself your man,” Axel said on the way home, his voice tight.
I rested my head on the window, watching the cars pass by, and the sun slowly set. “Were you?”
He said nothing, and the drive was silent. Not an awkward or tense silence, just… silence.
When home, we walked together to my door, our shoes in hand. I reached my door and turned to face him. He just stood a distance away, his free hand in his pocket, looking like he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“So, uhm…” He cleared his throat. “Good night.”
He turned to leave, his strides long. I stared at his neck, my chest tight.
“Axel, wait!”
He halted in his steps, turning back to me with an eyebrow raised. I dropped my shoes, raising my gown so I could run to him. I mmed into him, and he grunted, but I didn’t give him any time to recover before I grabbed him by the cor, dragged him down, and mmed my lips on his.
His arms circled around my waist<b>, </b>pressing me to him as I kissed him deeply, my hands moving into his hair and getting tangled in it. We broke the kiss, our chests heaving, lips swollen and red.
“I had a nice day today,” I whispered, looking into his eyes, sharing oxygen. “The best day I’ve had all year. I’m looking forward to the remaining nine days.”
He leaned down and pecked me softly on the lips. “Likewise, Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Night, Axel.”
I pulled away from him, walking backwards so I could still look at him. “Oh, and that wasn’t lust<b>!</b>”
He scoffed, a small smile on his face. “I know.”
I finally turned, picked up my shoes, and went inside. But I moved to the window to see him still standing there, still smiling like a fool as he raised his hand to his lips and touched it, his smile widening.
I couldn’t help but scoff, even as my heart raced in my chest. “Idiot.”
He finally picked up his shoes and headed to his apartment, still smiling.
I was too.
The smile never once dropped from my face until I went to sleep.
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Day two came and it was even more fun than day one. Day three, and it was<b>… </b>stressful, to say the least. We had gone hiking. I was the one who suggested that, and not Axel.
London was particrly t, so they weren’t really a mountain where we could hike, but there were some hilly spots, and what you could call <i>a </i>“mini–hike.”
Even though it wasn’t a mountain, it was still stressful and hard, and had me sweating. Axel wasted no time teasing me.
“You’re so out of shape.”
“Do you want me to give you a piggy ride, sweetheart?”
“I’m sure people a mile away could hear your breathing and struggles.”
I had shot him a look then, and he bit his mouth shut–still grinning, though. When we finally got to the top of the small hill, it was worth every struggle, because we could see the city and its beauty from up there.
Day four was<b>… </b>romantic, and… filled with tension that was suffocating.
I had ss that day, and a project to work on, so my full day was spent in school. I didn’t focus, though, and could barely remember a thing, because all my mind was fixed on Axel, and what he nned for the day. Sofia gave me a look when I smiled at my phone, but she said nothing.
It was a text from Axel.
Axel; When will youe home to me?
Me; This might take longer than I thought.
Axel; (Sad face emoji) Life is dull without you here.
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling.
Me; Don’t be dramatic.
Axel, Dramatic is what I am, sweetheart.
“Is that him?” Sofia asked, pecking into my phone.
Hlocked my phone, putting it away. “Is that who?” I asked without looking at her, even though I knew who she was talking about,
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“That crazy guy with anger issues.”
My head snapped to her, my eyes hard. “He’s. Not. Crazy.”
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She raised her hands in surrender, her expression one of surprise. “Whoa. Whoa. I’m just worried, Rose.”
I looked away from her, inhaling deeply. “Don’t be.”
She sighed. “He just… He seems out of it. Just be careful.”
“He’s not out of it,” I whispered. “He just has his moments.”
I trusted Axel, knew he would never hurt me. That night… he wasn’t himself. And even though the question of what he was still stands, I trust him.
I was finally done at school, and I rushed back home, trying hard not to speed and earn a ticket. When I got home, I didn’t go to my apartment; I went straight to his.
He opened before I could even knock, a smile on his face. “Look who-”
His words were cut off as I fist his shirt and dragged him to my level, our lips colliding in a kiss. I pushed him inside, mming the door shut with my leg, walking until his back hit the wall.
Axel grabbed onto my ass, squeezing it as he kissed me with equal fire, using my ass to press me against his erect dick, groaning into my mouth.
“You’ll never hurt me, would you?” I asked as I broke the kiss to breathe.
He switched <b>our </b>positions, pinning me against the wall with his heated body. “Hurting you would be hurting myself.”
He kissed my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. I moaned softly, pressing myself to him. “Were you hurting that <b>day </b>when you hurt me<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“I wanted to drive a knife through my heart.” He raised his eyes and pinned it on mine so I could see the emotions it held. “I wanted to be punished. I wanted to suffer. I wanted to kneel and beg for your forgiveness<b>.</b>”
My hands roamed over his body, feeling his hard muscles beneath his clothes, his heated skin.
“It’s not toote to beg,” I whispered, my breathing harsh.
His eyes darkened. “No. It’s not.”
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