CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
OLIVE
Most days my body is sore in ways I didn’t know it could be. Axel isn’t always gentle, and I love that about him. My hand goes to my breast and between my thighs going slick as I remember exactly why I’m so sore.
We’re still not living together, technically, although one of us is over at the other’s house all the time. It’s almost like we have two houses.
I’m not sure how to feel about that, but I know I shouldn’t be imagining Axel taking me from behind at the kitchen table. Lark is still in bed. I’ll need to wake her up soon for breakfast—at my house today.
I’m always smiling now. Axel makes it impossible not to. Lark’s place it still set from where she’d been sitting there earlier, when she woke up in her excitement too early. I look at the time—that was m
