It’s a good thing I’m not claustrophobic. I might have a slew of other issues, but claustrophobia isn’t one of them. Even if it was, something about Axel feels inherently safe. “Um…?” I wait for Axel to glance down at me, then I lift my brows. “Whatcha doin?” “I wanted to sit here.” “Uh huh,” I grin and shimmy my shoulders, showing him how crowded I am. He has to lean away from me to lift his arm, but once he manages, he drapes it across the back of the booth behind me. A glance over my shoulder shows me a couple of old ladies tittering at the table behind us and I pinch my lips between my
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