"When I look at you
I find it hard to believe
that the whole universe had not
conspired
to bring you to life.
I can't think of a more beautiful
reason for it all to exist
than for you on this day."
-Love Her Wild, Atticus
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A X E L
"You didn't say where Juliet was gonna sleep." Max remarks as we all head upstairs.
"Oh yeah," I pretend to be clueless wherein the truth was I lied to Parker and told him he had to sleep with Mason and Max so Juliet would have to come with me. If she wanted, that is. I'd never force her into anything.
"She could, you know, share my bed with me. If she wants, I mean." Once the words are out of my mouth, a deadly silence hangs in the air.
"Okay." Juliet smiles. Goddamn, that smile.
"Just don't do anything I wouldn't do." Mason teases as he retreats into his room, Max hot on his trail and Parker follows silently. Something is definitely up with him, he's acting weird. I'll have to talk to him about it.
"That's horrible advice," Max's voice is light and teasing, "There isn't much you wouldn't do."
"You wound me, brother." His twin replies, shutting the door.
Aaaand then Juliet and I were alone again. Score.
***
We couldn't risk going to Juliet's house. According to what Mason told me, Amos and his minions probably thought she was going back to her house. Another provision Maria made for James was such that Amos's ancestor Elijah couldn't track him. Each time they'd try to track where he lived, they'd end up getting hurt.
That passed on to me. And therefore, my house was currently the safest place for us on the universe.
This meant that we couldn't go to her house to get her a fresh pair of clothes. And that meant I offered my shirt to her.
Juliet has always taken the longest in the shower, which if I didn't find amusing and endearing, I'd probably find annoying as shit.
"Hey, J? How long are you gonna-" Before I could complete the sentence, the bathroom door swung open.
Holy-
Believe me when I say, I'm having a hard time instructing my brain to not have dirty thoughts. My t-shirt fell a little below her mid thighs and she tugged at it, trying to cover herself up. I know she doesn't like showing skin in general, but this action was caused by her insecurities. One look at her and I could tell.
When will she realize? She never has to cover up for me.
She seemed to have noticed my discomfort.
"I can change-" But I stop her.
"No, no. Don't." I reassure. Please don't.
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