~~PEYTON~~
Raphael: “Meet me at the *******Hotel tomorrow at 10 PM. Don't be late. And if possible, come without underwear and a bra.”
“Who are you texting?”
“No one.” I quickly slam the phone against my thigh, eyes wide at Axel as he looks at me suspiciously.
He's visiting late; it's currently 9 PM, and he's been here since 8 PM. I've been racking my brains, thinking of tricks, lies, and performances to make him leave. Everything I think of ends up dying in my mind. Because this is Axel.
“Really, no one?" he asks. He doesn't move, just watches me with those sharp, perceptive eyes. "You were biting your lips, and you practically assaulted your phone trying to hide it. A work crisis? Is your ruthless boss demanding you rewrite a five-hundred-page report by midnight?"
I force a laugh
