He was brooding, lost in his own thoughts and missing Rose's moves until she was right in front of him, grabbing him. In a second, he felt his back knock against the wall as they wrapped themselves around one another with much more abandon than was wise in a public setting.
His hands gripped her waist tightly before he gave a slight growl and twisted them so he could heft her up into his arms, leaning them both into the wall for support. It was as though every word they had spoken before this moment counted for nothing. Had they made good points? Axe was certain they had, or at least, he had been a moment ago, before every thought and the ability to think evaporated entirely. Friends, teammates, happiness, fears, intimacy, all that had been buzzing in his head was gone, leaving nothing but feverish silence. Axe barely remembered talking at all, let alone being the one to discourage even secretly attempting to see one another.
After all, Axe Brookstanton was not, had never been, and would never be, the one to do the right thing.
Like now, when his hand could not stop the path it was tracking, from beneath her rib cage to her thighs, each time daring to tug her hem further up. Vaguely, he heard the words she mumbled against his mouth, trying not to pay them any meaning though they eventually pervaded his consciousness.
"We are nothing at all," he agreed, before his other hand slid between the nape of her neck and the wall, fisting in hair and crushing her feverish lips back to his.
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