Nine

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As I emerged from the bathroom I looked down at what I was wearing. Axel gave me permission to wear anything of his to sleep in. I chose a black hoodie that had a black wolf on the back, with guns as its ears. Kind of like his tattoo on his arm, he must really like wolves. We didn't have sex or anything like that last night. However we did play strip poker, which I should've never agreed to do considering I don't know how to play poker.

He kept taunting me so me being me, I stood up to his challenge. Obviously I lost but he said I could pick a game to play. Since we didn't have two extra players to play spades I choose UNO. I know childish but I wanted a fair rematch and anyone can play UNO. I crept into the kitchen when I heard a terribly off key singer singing Selena Gomez song Hands To Myself.

"I can't keep my hands to myself!" He sung like he was struggling to breathe. My face was scrunched up in amusement as he finally came into my line of sight.

       The smell of waffles enveloped my senses, as well as scrambled eggs and bacon strips. My stomach began growling as soon as the delicious smells untied against my sense of smell. Axel still didn't have a shirt on, their was raised scarred tissue lines going in different directions on his back. This only heightened my curiosity, what kind of childhood did he have?

      I'm not saying my childhood is normal, mine is no where near normal. Not everybody gets to grow up with a dad who ran a notorious biker club—gang—. The scars on his back were writing a story and I was interested in starting the first chapter.

"I mean I could," Him and Selena paused for a very brief moment. "But why would I want to." As soon as the beat dropped he really got into the music his head was bobbing and his body was grooving out to the song.

     A giggle slipped pass my lips, causing him to turn around. The shock expression that was on his face caused my giggles to turn into a full fit laugh. I sat on his center counter as soon as my laughter died down, he squinted his eyes in an attempt to seem intimidating which only caused my laughter to rise again.

"Never tell Manny what you just saw," He groaned as he turned back around to take the chocolate chip waffles off the stove.

"That was cute." I shrugged. He had moved the plate of food on the center counter within perfect reach for my greedy hands to grab a hold of the delicious treasure. I was going to reach out and grabbed a piece of bacon since it was closer but he was playing defense.

"What was cute?" He asked as he tried to block my next move.

"You're cute." I smiled as I slipped the strip of bacon into my mouth causing him to frown.

One for Reign, Zero for Axel.

"I'm not cute, cute is for puppies and babies."  He retorted as a frown spread across his beautiful face. I went for another piece of bacon and of course he intercepted.

"Axel."

"Reign."

"I'm hungry." I groaned.

"I'm hungry too." He said suggestively.

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