"Thank you, Axel. Really." I breathed.
He shook his head. "Don't thank a man for trying to protect what's his."
His.
Was I his?
Rosa would be… in just a matter of days.
"If you insist." I nodded solemnly regardless, already fighting the urge to wrap my hands around his neck and pull him in for another kiss as though kissing him was synonymous with oxygen.
However, that wasn't what this conversation was all about, was it?
Axel's jaw twitched again.
He was still waiting for me to finish what I'd started before he went full Alpha mode and shoved me into the back of a closet like a gently shaken soda can.
His eyes were a hurricane now—no, a wildfire held together only by his stupidly stubborn self-control. His arms were crossed, his chest rising and falling like he was trying not to rip a hole through the floor.
And there I stood. Fidgeting. Glaring at my bare feet like they were to blame for all this.
