AXEL
My head aches; there's a dull throb behind my eyes that no amount of sleep seems to fix. It's not just the usual hangover; it's the aftermath of everything. Of last night. Of Peyton. God, what a mess. A totally enjoyable mess.
And all I can think about is having her stand naked in front of me, grinding her thin curves while she fingers herself. Licking those fingers will be so damn sexy. We never got to try that. f*****g on the counter won't suffice. We're mostly lying down with her on top, flashing those bouncy t**s begging to be touched.
Her petite frame is the kind that would've been perfect for the runway if she were just a few inches taller.
I walk into Raphael's room and flop onto his bed. The springs groan under me. My brother's at his mirror, practically hugging his reflec
