#Chapter70

I yawn and run my hand over Axel's curls while he sleeps, his head leaning on my breast as always. "Mmm." he mumbles and I chuckle at him. We're laying inbetween the soft sheets in our room here at Evan and Oscar's house.

I still feel slightly bad about ruining Axel's shirt with... blood, but he did ruin my panties so I keep telling myself that we're equal. Poor person who finds a bloody shirt in the middle of a beach.

"Axel, wake up. I'm bored." I whine but he only grunts so I huff out and begin to stand up from the bed, slightly clumsily because of the...