Axton sighed and covered the distance between them, placing his hand on Ren's lower back.
"You're mood, Renault. You're upset," Axton whispered.
From how breathless Axton's words got him, Ren has to part his lips to drag enough air into his lungs. He lifted his face and stared at Axton's serious face. Maybe he misheard.
"I don't understand, captain," Ren replied, allowing Axton to step back and not complicate things more.
Axton cupped Ren's chin, gently turning them, so he pressed Ren's back on the door and caged him between his hands.
Ren's pulse raced, praying to god to save him from this complicated, handsome man.
"What I mean, Renault, is your mood. Why is it sour? Why are you upset? Why are you ignoring me? Is it something I said? Something I did?" Axton whispered his question close to Ren's face.
Ren gulped, his hand coming up to press against Axton's firm chest, stopping him from leaning closer.
