Axle's POV
Her words looped in my mind, sharp and taunting, pulling at something deep inside me I'd been trying to bury.
"Then show me."
Every rational bone in my body screamed to walk away. To stop this before it turned into something neither of us could undo. But my body… my body had other plans.
Narda's warmth was pressed against me, her soft, subtle curves fitting against the hardness of my frame so easily that it made my breath falter. My fingers twitched at my sides, aching to touch her, to grip her waist and drag her closer until there was no space left between us.
God, I was so tired. Tired of this war inside my head. Tired of fighting something I wanted so badly that it physically hurt.
And she—damn her—knew it.
Narda tilted her head slightly, eyes locked on
