Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

Chapter 75 Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

I grab Axton’s arm, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins as I urgently pull him inside my cabin, my heart pounding in my chest, drowning out all other sounds. In complete silence, we stand, locked in a mutual stare, the weight of the atmosphere thickening with every passing moment. 

Axton’s lips start to move, hinting at words about to be spoken, but he abruptly clamps them shut once more, his eyes desperately scouring mine for an unattainable resolution. 

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he musters up the courage to mutter a barely audible apology. His eyes speak volumes, filled with regret and sorrow, while the lines on his face tell a story of deep pain. And despite everything, despite the hurt and anger swirling inside me, I find myself wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. 

I’m struggling to find the right words to describe the tumultuous storm of emotions brewing within me. The only thing I’m certain of is that Axton apologized, and losing him is something I can’t fathom. The thought of going through that again, of losing the one person who’s always been there for me, is unbearable. 

“I’m sorry,” Axton whispers again, his breath warm against my skin. “I never meant to hurt you, Chestnut. I just… I don’t know why I 

I said that. Please understand that I never meant it in that context. I trust you, I do.” 

Burying my face against his chest, I squeeze my eyes shut, tears threatening to spill from the corners of my eyes. I feel Axton’s embrace, his nose pressing against the top of my head, as he takes a deep breath, inhaling my familiar scent. From the rumbling in his chest, I could tell that he missed this too. 

“I hated the way you said it,” I admit, my voice choked with emotion. “But I don’t want to lose you, Axton. I… I don’t think I can bear the thought of being without you.” 

I can feel Axton’s arms constrict around me, his grip firm and possessive, as if he fears losing me. 

“I won’t let that happen,” he murmurs, his voice filled with determination. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right between us, Chestnut. I promise.” 

There’s a part of me that longs to trust him completely, to believe that his words hold true meaning. However, deep down, a sense of unease lingers within me, suggesting that this blissful state won’t last, and the fractures in our relationship may prove insurmountable. 

And yet, in this moment, with Axton’s strong arms wrapped around me, I find it impossible to leave. 

In that moment, the world fades away, and all that matters is the warmth of our embrace, as if our very existence hinges on our connection. And in that moment, despite everything that’s happened between us, I can’t help but feel a glimmer of hope flickering. to life inside me. 

My voice barely above a whisper, I murmur softly against Axton’s chest, feeling the vibrations of his heartbeat against my cheek. 

“I hated it when we fought. I don’t want for us to do that again.” 

With Axton’s arms wrapped tightly around me, I feel his soft lips caressing my face, leaving a comforting warmth on my skin. He spoke in murmurs, his voice almost swallowed by the pounding rhythm of our hearts. 

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“I didn’t enjoy it either, Chestnut.” 

I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of his embrace and inhaling the intoxicating scent of him. In moments like these, all the pain and hurt fade away, leaving behind a glimmer of hope that together we can conquer anything. 

But then reality comes crashing back down, and I can’t escape the relentless barrage of questions swirling in my mind. 

“What are we doing, Axton?” I whisper, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “Does any of this actually mean anything?” 

Searching for the right words, Axton hesitates and I feel his fingers drawing intricate patterns on my back, adding a sense of anticipation to the moment. In the end, there is nothing but silence as he simply stares at me, his expression unreadable. 

It’s a small victory for me that I can handle situations like this without feeling any pain. But I have to say, it disappoints me greatly. I let out a sigh, the weight of disappointment sinking deep within me. I had hoped that Axton would have some sort of clarity, some sense of direction for us. His uncertainty leaves me feeling disoriented and unsure of what to do. 

No matter how uncertain our relationship may be, I can’t help but acknowledge the deep affection I feel for Axton. The moment his lips touch mine, a wave of realization washes over me – maybe, just maybe, this is all I’ve been searching for. 

Our bodies meld together, lost in the intensity of our longing and desire, as our lips meet in a fiery and lingering kiss. In that moment, all the doubts and uncertainties that plague our relationship fade away into insignificance. The only thing that matters is the gentle warmth of his touch, and the intoxicating taste of his lips against mine. 

The kiss starts off tender, a delicate dance of lips, but quickly intensifies, fueled by an undeniable longing and simmering desire 

between us. 

I can feel the electricity coursing through my veins as his lips meet mine, awakening a passion I never thought possible. As my fingers intertwine with his hair, I gently tug him nearer, surrendering to the mesmerizing feeling of his caress. 

Each gentle touch of his lips against mine sends a delightful shiver down my spine, igniting a newfound desire that I never thought possible. The intense heat building between us is like a wildfire, a magnetic pull that draws us closer as we lose ourselves in the all- consuming passion we share. 

And as we pull away, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, I can’t help but admit the truth to myself. 

Regardless of what we are or what we may become, I like Axton. 

I care about him more than I care to admit.