One Year Later…..
“Holy moldy bologna, it’s hot,” Axel gripes, pulling at the collar of his hoodie as we get off the plane. “It’s like Satan’s balls here.”
“I told you not to wear 3 layers,” I muttered, pulling my own hoodie over my head as I stepped aside at the bottom of the steps. I looked up the forecast for home and knew I wouldn’t need the extra warmth once we touched down. I wore a good hoodie over a tank top. Axel just pulled a hoodie over the two shirts he slept in, one being a thermal. The i***t deserves to be hot.
He struggles to get his own hoodie off over the bulky shirts, then starts to growl. “I’m stripping something. Help me with this s**t or I’m taking off my pants.”
“Oh no. Not the pants,” I muttered in a monotone voice. I still take the hood and help him to pull it
