Copyright 2014
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Thirteen
He wasn’t going to screw up tonight. Axel vowed to pay more attention to West’s reactions—
if they did anything. They’d talked again after West had finally returned to sit on the bench. Axel couldn’t help but feel there was something huge that West was keeping from him. Maybe whatever went along with that biting incident. His gut cramped when he thought of West being hurt, and he was afraid of what else might have happened to him. “No pressure.” Axe...
Published on October 29, 2014 15:00