Axel's POV.
Cassandra's lips were all over me, her hands tugging at my shirt, nails scraping down my back as we pressed against the wall of my room. The familiar rush of heat surged through me, but this time, it wasn't enough. I kissed her back, my hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer. But in the back of my mind, something was off.
Her breath was hot against my neck as she whispered, "You're so good at this, Axel." Her voice was teasing, playful... everything it always was.
But then I stopped.
I pulled back, leaving her stunned and breathless, her lips parted in confusion.
"What's wrong?" she asked, panting slightly, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared up at me. Her hands were still resting on my chest, trying to pull me back in, but I wasn't moving.
I took a good look
