"You know, there is one myth I really like. It's quite short." I start and Axel hums. "Really? Tell me about it." We woke up about an hour ago, brushed our teeth, managed to have sex again in the bathroom while taking a shower, and ate breakfast.
Axel's back is completely filled with scratches and I feel horrible about it and apologized about a hundred times, but he claims that he finds it hot and refuses to wear a shirt.
I also found my neck full of hickeys this morning when looking at the mirror but when I confronted him about it, he simply smirked and said that now "everyone will know that I'm taken."
I rolled my eyes and ar
