CHAPTER FOUR
AXEL
I know she didn’t forget my birthday on purpose. With everything going on in Olive’s life, I really can’t blame her for not remembering. Still, the way she wishes me a happy birthday makes me the happiest guy in the world. And I’m determined to spend the rest of the day with her, just like we used to.
We walk over to my bike, and I hand Olive a helmet.
“Are you for real?” she asks doubtfully. “I really don’t want to ride that thing.”
“Are you walking?” I ask with raised eyebrows, and with a roll of her eyes she puts the helmet on.
“Looks good on you,” I say with a cheeky grin. This earns me a muffled thanks as she climbs on behind me. When she clasps her arms around me it feels great, and I rev the engine, happy to get us the hell away from Becky and her gaggle of c
