~~PEYTON~~
I practically drag Axel all the way to my bedroom and slam the door shut. And I don't waste a second.
“Start talking.”
Axel sighs. “I'm sorry. Alright, I will get rid of him. Soon.”
“Soon?” I scoff. “I want him out now. He's a recipe for disaster.”
I can't honestly say I was being demanding just because he's invading our space. Deep down, the real reason is a bigger pill to swallow. The truth is I can't resist him. Every time I look at him—sweaty, domestic, acting like he belongs here—my brain starts building images I can't stop. And his face? For some reason, I no longer see them as twins. It's like Raphael has a different face in my head despite their uncanny resemblance. And worse, I'm more attracted to that face for no reason. Like, when did that start? When?
I haven't
