HAZEL
The words barely leave Axel's mouth before his face crashes down onto mine.
It’s not a question.
He’s not asking.
He’s not waiting for permission. He kisses me like he’s starving.
Hard. Rough. Desperate.
His mouth consumes mine, all heat and fury and hunger, as if the last three days never happened, as if every word we threw at each other was just fuel for this moment. His grip tightens at my waist, keeping me exactly where he wants me, exactly where I shouldn’t want to be.
I don’t know whether to fight him or cling to him.
I am just so angry..... I am so angry, and I have no way to direct my pent-up anger and frustration. But as Axel's mouth crashed down on mine, fingers bruising my hip as his other hand cradled my wrist between our bodies. As his lips conquered mine, his to
