“Take that off for a second,” I say.
He removes it, shakes his head the same way as before. Hair falling perfectly into place. It’s hot as hell to watch.
I grab the collar of his jersey and yank him down. I go up on my toes to meet him halfway.
His lips are cool at first. Then warm. Then burning.
I drown in his kiss as he works his tongue against mine. We fight for dominance—whose tongue goes where, who’s in control. Then I let him win, sucking on his tongue, pulling him deeper.
He groans, low and guttural, not wanting to stop.
But I pull back, remembering where we are.
“What was that for?” he asks, breathless.
His eyes are bright. Almost blue in this light. Deep like the ocean.
And he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me.
“Lexi,” he warns, reaching for me.
I take a step back so he can’t reach.
“Is that it?” he asks, voice rough.
I touch my lips that are still tingling and nod.
He puts his helmet back on. “Fuck.”
He skates away, and I admire the way he moves—the confidence in his shoulders, the aggression in every stride.
When he turns around to look at me, he grabs his crotch, adjusting himself.
I blush. He’s hard while playing. I did that. Heat pools low in my belly. I lick my lips, still tasting him.
After ten minutes, I have to leave. Class is starting soon.
I pull out my phone as I walk across campus and call Axel.
No answer.
I call Thea.
No answer.
I text Thea.
Lexi:Is Axel okay?
No response.
I sit through my lecture with guilt eating me alive. I want to be there for Axel. But Thea’s words from last night loop in my head.
Axel thinks you’re controlling, and he said you’re the last person he wants to see.
Yeah, he was high, but come on, Lex. What you’re doing is not cool. Just because you have this drug dealer boyfriend, you think you’re a badass and can control the narrative?
Koa is just using you to sleep with you. Once that wears off, Axel will get his supply back again, and he still won’t want to talk to you.
