Axel.
Nine years ago.
2014.
New York City.
“Axel, stop,” she moaned, stifling a chuckle. I smirked against her shoulder blade, pressing a gentle kiss onto her fresh tattoo that she pulled off the bandage yesterday.
“Do you really want me to stop?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she managed to push me away, giggling.
I kissed her nose, lifting her off her dresser.
“Mom will be here any minute now.” She informed me with an eye roll, turning around to grab a band and pull her hair into a ponytail.
I stopped her halfway.
“Don't,” I took the band from her, dropping it on the dresser. “You look more gorgeous with your hair down.” I grinned, kissing her cheek.
She giggled, spinning around and standing on her tiptoes to kiss me.
“You look amazing,” I whispered when we broke the kiss off.
“Thank
