Chapter Sixty Three

Axel stripped. His shirt was quickly discarded on the floor and his trousers followed. When he stood before her, his naked body silhouetted in the window as the afternoon sunshine poured in around him, he made Rosa heart falter. He was beautiful, almost godlike and he made her feel ashamed of her own body. Rosa knew she shouldn't have been. That he spent all of his time trying to reassure her that her body to him was like perfection. But from where she sat at that particular moment looking up at him, Rosa didn't feel like perfection. In fact she didn't feel right at all. The gravity of the situation began to close in around her and she gasped for air.

Rosa wasn't sure how he managed it, but it truly felt as though he knew exactly what she was feeling in that moment. He moved over her, she scrambled back in an attempt to put some distance between them but Axel's hand clamped down on her thigh, pinning her in place.

He slid his hand up along her jean-clad legs and it was enough to push h