When an apology is needed…
LEMON
Axel was acting weird. I wanted to chalk it up to being interrupted when we were finally about to have s*x, but it seemed like something else.
I did as he asked and spoke with the resort employee, letting them know everyone in our room was safe and accounted for. From what I could tell, no one knew where the fire was burning or who pulled the alarm. Marisol had a tight look on her face as she dealt with people, and I wondered if she knew more.
I kept pulling at Axel’s shirt since it was the only thing covering me. He could have at least let me grab some panties before we rushed out of the room.
I moved away from the frustrated crowd that the resort employees were trying to calm, looking for Axel. It only took a minute of looking before his angry form
