One year

Axel follows the lines of my body with his fingers, a genteel smile spread on his face. I couldn't help but stare at him. He is so damn gorgeous and I've never been close enough to truly comprehend that. His eyes are dark, so dark, that I always thought they were black, but now I see the soft green reflection. His face seemed sculpted, every line in perfect harmony with the others. The shadow of a beard, enough to give him a mature air surrounds his full lips, which I had the pleasure of discovering that they taste like dark chocolate and expensive tobacco. A straight nose, a tall forehead. If his hair were blonde, not black, he would look like Appolo, the Greek God of light and beauty as I imagined him in the fourth grade as I was reading Olympian legends.

"You like what you see?" He asks. I didn't notice that his hand stopped moving, now his eyes meeting mine.

"No!" I answered, rolling my eyes and trying to push him away, but he holds me close while laughing.

"When did you become so