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Not a great sign.
“Think I’m going to puke again,” I admitted with a small groan.
“I’ve got you.” His voice was gentle, but his grip was firm.
And damn, it felt good to be held like that.
I vomitedtwo more times before my stomach was officially emptied. Axel pulled my gloves off my hands as I shook like a damn leaf, then tugged his own down his fingers and dropped both pairs on the bathroom’s floor.
He carried my sweating, moaning body back to the couch, growling at me to stay where I was while he went into the kitchen. I listened with my arms wrapped around my stomach as he called one of the food places in town and ordered an assload of soup.
Chances were, the large amount of food didn’t even faze them. This was Moon Ridge, after all.
With the order put in, Axel padded back over to me. I’d never thought he could look better than he did naked. I mean, come on. His naked body was really damn hot.
But somehow, in his navy blue jogger-style sweats, thick black wool socks, and dark gray hoodie, he looked even sexier.
Maybe because he’d been holding me all night.
Which was… well, it was messing with my mind.
He needed to leave before I started to feel even more things for him than I already did.
“I’m fine, now. Not going to puke again. You can go.” I waved a hand toward the front door. “Don’t need you here.”
“Like hell you don’t.” He glowered down at me. “I’m not fucking leaving.”
“Well, that’s a first for you,” I shot back, my defenses rising.
“With you, yes.” He sat down next to me, the movements a bit more violent than they needed to be.
Then he dragged me up onto his lap, so my back met his chest.
I wiggled a bit, trying to get free, and he wrapped an arm around my abdomen to trap my body to his.
Frustration flooded me. “I told you, I don’t want us to be friends if we’re not being actual mates, Axel. I’ve had more than enough of people who are supposed to care about me coming and going; I don’t need any more of that shit.”
With the arm that wasn’t acting as an unfortunate seatbelt, he turned on the TV, pulling up the list of chick flicks he had chosen from at random the night before.
“You can’t just trap me here and ignore me,” I growled at him, fighting against his grip.
“I’m not ignoring you; I’m turning a movie on for you.”
“At least you don’t deny trapping me,” I shot back.
“Can’t lie to you,” he agreed.
“Then why won’t you leave?”
“Because I’m not letting you go,” he said simply.
As if it was some easy, little thing.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“You’re mine, Mo, and I’m yours. That’s what it means. I’m not walking away again.”
Well, he shocked me to silence with that one.
