CHAPTER SIXTEEN
OLIVE
Axel isn’t the same boy he used to be, though in some ways he is. He’s been gone for about five minutes, and I close my eyes. I’m about to drift off to sleep thinking of him when the door opens.
My eyelids flutter open, knowing exactly what I’ll see. There’s something about the athletic, graceful way that Axel moves that turns me on.
I’m a mess.
But I’m his mess.
He’s changed from his swim shorts to a loose pair of sweats. They’re navy, more loose-fitting than I expected them to be when I saw them at the bottom of his suitcase, but they look great on him.
“Axel,” I whisper. He looks over at me, and I realize I’m still lying on the bed, almost naked.
My whole body flushes.
“Olive,” he says tenderly. He was distracted today. Something was going on, but he’s oka
