Page 467 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Of course not,” he said.
“Then why did you ask that question about Jacob and I getting a room when you knew we weren’t?”
“I thought you might have changed your mind. I was just wondering.”
I stared at him. “Could you maybe not wonder aloud in front of my dad?”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “So what do you want to do?” He collapsed backward onto the couch. “We have all night. Want to watch a scary movie?”
“Shut up.”
He smiled. “I know you’re dreading counting down the days until I’m not sleeping with you every night. We can reset the week right now.”
Counting down. I’d totally forgotten about the weird countdown in his journal. “Have you been counting down to anything else fun recently? Or...something far away?”
“Nope.” He grabbed the remote for the TV.
“Are you sure about that? Not looking forward to anything in particular?”
He shrugged.
“I used to make these chains out of construction paper before Christmas,” I said. “Each link removed was a day closer to Christmas.”
“I know. I used to make them with you.”
“Ever want to make a really long one? Like...years and years’ worth of them? Like a whole room filled with one of those chains?”
“No, I’m not a psychopath,” he said.
I stared at him. Was it possible the journal wasn’t his? Maybe it was Parker’s or something? I honestly didn’t know if she could even count that high though.
“I’m thinking we should watch Halloween or Scream,” Axel said. “Halloween is coming up, so it seems appropriate.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Then don’t pretend you don’t want me in your bed every night.”
“You’re full of yourself.” I bit the inside of my lip. I’d said the exact same thing to Jacob earlier. I quickly sat down next to him on the couch. “You know, I don’t need to be scared for you to spend the night.”
“Good. Because I wasn’t planning on stopping.”
I swallowed hard. “Why?”
“Your bed is more comfortable than mine.”
“I doubt that.”
He shrugged and turned on some romcom that he knew I’d like way more than he did.
It wasn’t a scary movie, but my heart was racing so fast it might as well be. I stared down the hall instead of paying attention. What if my dad unlocked my phone? And saw Mr. Halifax texting me? Or worse. Me texting those saucy picturestoMr. Halifax? Because my kiss thief was Mr. Halifax, right? No normal senior would be talking about marriage.Screw me.
“You okay?” Axel asked.
“Yeah, I’m just worried about my dad hacking my phone.” I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose.
Axel smiled.
“What?”
