Axel
Nine years ago.
2014.
New York City.
I knew that I had always been whipped but it couldn't have appeared more intense as I took in the sight of her perched on the sofa, tapping away on her phone. The lights that oozed from the bulb cast a glow on her flawless skin, effortlessly singling her out like a celestial being who looked too pure to be seated there.
She stopped typing, pushing her lush dark wavy hair backwards, her full red lips moving absentmindedly but when she looked up, I felt my heart stop alongside everything else in the world.
Her cheeks went on fire, and she tucked her lips between her teeth.
Gleaming brown eyes stared back at me with so much love and adoration that made my heart pound erratically in my chest, numbing the pain that currently latched around my rib
