Ninety-Eight

Axel’s POV

Her eyes looked like the glossiest yet softest shade of brown as she looked at me, I hated how it made me feel sorry that I’d just told her off.

A little pout formed on her lips and I turned away from her quickly, she knew exactly what she was doing by looking at me that way. She knew damn well that I could read and almost feel the meanings behind all of her facial expressions, even now.

I dragged the chair that was pushed into my study table and sat in it, maybe if I managed to ignore her for long enough she'd take a fucking hint and leave my sight. I huffed angrily as I sat, the main source of my anger being that she still affected me, it scared me that she did.

My ears itched to pick up the sound of her feet leaving the room and shutting the door behind her, but it never came. I stared blankly at the system in front of me, I pretended like I was going over some important numbers on the spreadsheet I’d displayed before myself.

My attention span was suddenly unreliable as