~LAYLA~
"Maybe it's already changed," I said softly. "Maybe it changed weeks ago and we've just been pretending it hasn't."
Axel reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my cheek. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Then don't."
"It's not that simple…"
I leaned across the console and kissed him. It was just a soft press of lips to test his reaction. But the moment our mouths met, something ignited.
His hand fisted in my hair, angling my head as he deepened the kiss. It was desperate, hungry, like he'd been starving, and I was salvation. My hands clutched at his jacket, trying to pull him closer despite the awkward angle and the console between us.
When we broke apart, both breathing hard, his forehead rested against mine.
"Inside," he said roughly. "Now."
