My eyes flicker open, the world coming into focus slowly, like a camera adjusting to a new scene. My heart is a wild thing in my chest—pounding with excitement, shame nipping at its heels.
Last night with Axel... it had been reckless, intense.
I roll over, my gaze landing on his sleeping form. His dark hair is a mess, and his chest rises and falls with deep, even breaths. The sight gives me goosebumps.
Holy crap, my mom would kill me if she found out!
His eyes suddenly open and his lips curl into a small smile. "Good morning," he says groggily.
I feel a flush of warmth spread across my cheeks as I meet Axel's gaze. "Morning," I reply softly, unable to suppress the nervous flutter in my stomach.
Axel stretches lazily, his movements are fluid and relaxed. "Did you sleep well?" he asks,
