“What if you get sick of me?” Axel’s just put the car in park when I blurt out my question. Slowly, so slowly, he turns his head to face me. “Excuse me?” My teeth clamp down on my lip, but I can’t back down now that I’ve started. “What if you-” his eyes narrow and I decide to change my wording. “What if this doesn’t work out? Between us? I mean, we barely know each other…” My eyes lower to his chin as I trail off, not wanting to look at him while I think about this.
