“Here’s your latte, Darling.” I start to step away, but Axel’s hand darts out, catching me by the hip. The small contact is enough to send my heart into a stuttering gallop. “I like you calling me that,” his voice is low, but I feel the rumble roll down my spine. My stomach tightens. Not with dread but with need. “Darling?” I whisper. He nods.
