TRISTEN
It’s the skirt.
It’s the goddamn f*****g skirt that hugs her curves and cinches at the waist.
He hates it.
Axe lets out a slow long whistle that has her turning a beautiful shade of pink and her cheeks flush in a way that sends all the blood in his veins rushing in one direction. Downwards.
It is obvious this is Morgana’s handiwork but she looks incredible.
Her hair is done up and away from her face so he can see how perfectly arched her cheekbones are and the way they compliment the roundness of her eyes.
She appears so put together.
So prim and proper.
It makes him want to rip everything off and leave her disheveled and breathless and screaming his name.
He would take his time with that skirt though.
And he would leave the heels on.
So that when she wrapped her leg a
