Chapter13

#Chapter13

Axel's POV

This goddamned fucking girl.

She is so different and I like it so much that I can't explain it; she has this fire inside of her and I want it, I need her to burn me, to make me feel alive again.

I often reminisce about how we met and how much of an asshole I was. She stood up to me like nobody ever has before, so naturally my first instinct was to threaten her, to eliminate the danger, to show that I'm above her, even though I'm the opposite.

It is her that has a hold on me.

She argues with me when I comment that Michael is a pussy, and butterflies erupt in my stomach.

At least I think those were butterflies, I've never had them before.

Sophia suddenly takes my left hand inbetween her incredibly small ones and starts looking at my tattoos.

/"You have so many tattoos./" she comments, tracing the small crucifix between my thumb and index finger.

I shrug. /"I like them. Don't you?/"