Axle's POV
I stepped out of the ensuite bathroom, towel slung over my shoulders, drying the last drops of water from my hair. My skin still tingled, flushed from the shower and from what I'd done to myself inside of it.
For a few brief moments, I had felt relief... raw, physical, temporary relief but now that it was over, all that remained was the echo of her in my head. It was pathetic, really, how even after wringing myself dry of every ounce of tension, the ache in my chest still lingered like a stubborn wound.
I tossed the towel onto the bed and pulled on a plain T-shirt and some sweatpants. I couldn't stay in this room, not with her scent still hanging faint in the air, not with the sheets still creased from her body, not with the memory of her soft gasps carved into every
