Axel stood there for a moment, hands shoved into his pockets like he didn't just ask me to sleep in the same room with him as casually as one would comment on the weather.
Then his eyes flicked over me slowly and attentively as if he was checking for damage.
"Do you need anything?" he asked softly.
I paused, peeking down at myself. My hair was plastered to my skull, my clothes damp from the drizzle that had caught me on the way here, and my entire body had the scent of earth, wet leaves, and mild panic.
So yes, I needed a lot of things. Starting with a new identity.
"Maybe…" I cleared my throat, trying to sound breezy. "A new towel. And um, a change of clothes?"
He nodded, already turning. "You can wear anything of mine. Unless you don't want my scent on you."
My breath ceased. What did he just casually say?
Okay. That was not playing fair. Axel knew exactly what he was doing.
"I don't mind," I said, too quickly. Then I winced.
