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That’s what he thought I was talking about? How was I torturing him? He was the one that had been torturing me for practically half my life.
Axel sighed and rolled toward me. His arm dropped across my waist and he closed his eyes. “It was supposed to be me,” he whispered.
“Supposed to be you for what?”
But he’d already started lightly snoring.
Scarlett and the Fake Boyfriend - Chapter 18 – I’m Not Dating a Man
Sunday
I wasn’t sure I’d ever slept so well in my life. I felt warm, and safe, and cozy. All I wanted to do was lie in bed forever. But...there was something hard hitting my back. I shifted slightly, but there was something holding me in place.
I slowly opened my eyes and stared out the window at the fog that had crept over the city overnight. It looked like an actual scene from the zombie horror flick. But I felt anything but scared right now.
Because Axel was behind me.
I looked down at his arm that was wrapped around me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. His cologne invaded my senses.
He was holding me while I slept.
And he was hard.
Oh my God.
I shifted ever so slightly.
Yup.He was definitely hard.
Oh my freaking God!
I tried to stay completely still. Now I really reeeeally wanted to lie here forever.
Axel moaned in his sleep and his lips brushed against the top of my spine. And his hand shifted slightly up my shirt.
I can’t believe this is happening.I’d been dreaming of this moment for what felt like my whole life.
Last night, he’d kept telling me I was pretty. What if he hadn’t just been saying silly stuff because he was drunk? What if he’d actually meant it? Because his boner pressing against my back sure made it seem like he was into me.
But he could just be dreaming. Of George. Or worse...Olivia. Since everyone seemed to have a crush on her. I swear, I didn’t even know her, but I hated her with a fiery passion.
I stared back out at the foggy cityscape. The windows were soundproof, so I rarely heard the sounds of the city below. But everything felt extra hushed this morning. Like we were in a little bubble. It reminded me of when it snowed and everyone slowed down for a moment.
I needed to savor every second of this. The feel of Axel’s palm pressed against my stomach. His lips brushing against the skin of my neck. His desire evident.
All I wanted to do was roll over and kiss him at last.
My heartrate kicked up a notch.
Could I?
Just...do that?
Steal a kiss that wasn’t mine to steal?
The kiss thief did it. So why couldn’t I? I took a long deep breath. Every inch of me wanted to turn around and finally do it. I started to turn my head and savored the feeling of Axel’s lips trailing across my skin.
I looked over my shoulder at him sleeping peacefully. He was completely lost in his dream.
