Copyright 2014
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Eleven
Axel smoothed down his shirt, not that it was poking up or wrinkled anywhere. He was nervous and excited. How West could tangle him up inside like this was incomprehensible. Axel wasn’t super-easy, but he’d been around enough to have moved past feeling like he was on his first date, ever. Yet his palms kept sweating, and he’d spent almost an hour just picking out the light grey button-up shirt he now wore. He’d been flying on adrenaline after winning...
Published on October 24, 2014 15:00