Axel buttoned up the borrowed black shirt, his fingers lingering on the cuffs as he rolled the sleeves to his elbows.
The fabric stretched taut over his shoulders.Brad’s clothes were not the perfect fit, but they would do for the time being. His forearms flexed as he opened and shut his hands, veins standing stark beneath his skin like ink stained rivers.
Axel fastened the last button , the cotton clinging faintly to his damp skin…he had just walked out of the shower…again.Probably for the twentieth time, that single night… waiting for the sunrise!
And now the morning sun spilled through the window, painting the room in hues of burnt orange and yellow, and for a moment, the warmth almost felt like absolution.
He opened and closed his fingers slowly, frowning at the residual tremor
