“Maddie.” Axel locks eyes with me. “Come here.” I shuffle closer, until my knees are bumping into his. “Taste this,” he lifts the mug. “Wh-why?” I ask, slowly pulling my hands out of my pockets. Before I touch the mug, he turns it, so I’ll be pressing my lips against the same spot where his had been. “Because this is maybe the best drink I’ve ever had, and I need you to feel as proud of it, as I feel proud of you.” Oh. Oh, my damn heart.
