“What’s that for?” his whispered breath feathers against my neck. “It’s for you,” I sigh. “You’re too sweet to me.” Axel makes a grumbling sound of disagreement, so I press my lips back against his warm skin. “I’m serious,” I tell him. “I don’t know what it is about you, Axel Davis, but you always know the exact right thing to say at the exact right time.”
