AXEL
Before I can stop her, Hazel's hands are already tugging at my jacket. I should pull away. I should take her wrists. I should stop this.
But I don’t.
She slips my jacket down my arms, lets it fall to the floor like it’s nothing, and then her fingers move to the buttons of my shirt. My breath catches, not because of what she’s doing, but because of what I’m letting her do.
The only excuse I have—the only defence I can come up with—is that I froze.
I froze. I was too weak a man to resist temptation this lethal, this beautiful, this f*****g inevitable.
Too weak to push Hazel away when she was offering herself like this—soft, willing, trembling, trusting.
Her fingers undo another button… then another… and I swear my heart slams against my ribs hard enough to bruise.
Hazel stands t
