The following morning, I woke to find Axel's body still pressed against mine. As I shifted slightly, he instinctively rolled me over so my head rested on his chest, and began to rub my back gently.
“What made you come back last night?” Axel asked, looking down at me.
“I couldn’t sleep, and I could tell you were struggling too—without getting completely wasted, of course,” I replied.
“Have you been talking to Jordan?” he inquired, a hint of concern in his eyes.
“I felt it, remember? You were making me feel sick too,” I said, meeting his gaze. He wore a guilty expression.
“I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable,” he admitted. I settled my head back against his chest, a comforting weight.
“Does this mean I'm forgiven?” he asked hopefully.
“Not entirely, but you’re definitel
