The next morning, the ride to the supermarket was quiet. Not uncomfortable, exactly. Just... quiet. Axel had always been a man of few words, so his silence wasn't surprising. Still, she'd noticed the way he'd looked at her when he'd arrived that morning... brief, assessing, almost unreadable, before closing the magazine he'd been reading in the lounge. "Did you have breakfast?" Her thoughts scattered. She blinked at him. "...Yes." "All of it?" There was something almost gentle about the way he asked. She smiled. "Yes. All of it." His expression softened, just slightly. "Good." Now, that was unusual. Mia's gaze dropped to his arm before she could stop herself. The one on the steering wheel. Bare. Well... mostly. He wasn't wearing his trench coat today, only a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. And those veins— Lord. She quickly turned her attention to the window before she could embarrass herself. Behave, Mia. Unfortunate
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