As I lay beside Axel, he pulled me closer, and I rested my head on his chest.
“Can I ask you something?” I said.
“Of course,” he replied.
“Why were you waiting for me after my shower? You looked concerned,” I asked.
“I was worried about you,” he admitted.
“Worried about me?” I echoed, surprised.
“After what happened at the party, not many girls would handle it like you did. You bounced back surprisingly well,” he explained.
“Just because I don’t show my feelings doesn’t mean I’m not affected. I’d rather keep them to myself than look weak,” I responded.
“That makes sense. Honestly, I don’t know what I would have done to that guy if he had succeeded,” Axel said.
"You mean, rape me?" I asked, my tone edged with disbelief.
"Yeah," he replied sharply, as if just thinking about it w
