#Chapter62

I'd argue, but he's kind of right.

He hands me a loofa and I take it from him and throw it at his head, standing up to get the towel I had in my hands before.

He's scrowling at me when I look at him. "That hurt."

I just shake my head and reach out with my arm. "Give me your hand."

"Yes, miss." he says and lays his hand into mine.

I'm loving this playful Axel he's being right now, it's hard to remember why I was mad at him in the first place. I carefully inspect his knuckles, all ripped and hurt, before starting to clean them...