XVII

I bring my other hand up to his face, touching his dimple. He is so handsome, it's almost unbelievable. His face relaxes at my touch, and he slowly brings my finger lower to the corner of his lip where there is a piercing now.

I touch the metal and it's cold to touch; colder than I have expected it to be. It feels almost rough against his soft lips, but somehow makes a great combination.

Axel has his eyes on my face the entire time I inspect his face, but it appears that he has had enough. He gently grabs my finger from his lips and I think he's going to put my finger away from his face, but he does the exact opposite. Keeping an eyecontact wi