✧ the sweetest side of hell ✧

@laceyspencr

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

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Axel didn’t even try to hide the way his gaze lingered on her, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to take her in. There was something assured in the way he carried himself, like he already knew how this night was going to unfold and that she’d be right there with him for it. At her mention of Sawyer, his jaw shifted slightly, not tense, just dismissive. “You don’t need to do anything about him,” he said smoothly, voice low and steady. “He’s already irrelevant to us both.” His eyes held hers, a faint smirk pulling at his lips. “You choosing me? That’s the only part that matters.” As they walked, his hand stayed firm at her lower back, fingers flexing just slightly like he liked her there. like he wasn’t planning on letting that space between them exist again anytime soon. He glanced down at her when she reacted to his order, amused. When she teased him about the fries, he let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Because you're predictable with the fries,” he said, though the way he looked at her made it clear he meant it as a compliment. “In the best way.” He picked up a fry and threw it at her. At the table, once she sat, Axel didn’t rush to sit down himself. He lingered for half a second, eyes on her, like he appreciated the view before finally taking his seat across from her. Relaxed, but focused. “Only when it counts,” he replied to her “gentleman” comment, voice smooth, one arm draping casually over the back of his chair. When she brought up dessert, his attention sharpened again, gaze flicking to where her finger landed on him. That, paired with the slow brush of her foot against his, earned a quiet exhale through his nose. Axel’s gaze darkened, but instead of say something out loud, his hand slid down beneath the table, catching her ankle with a slow, controlled grip. He guided her foot higher along his leg, teasing, stopping right on top of his crotch. He leaned in slightly, voice low, almost a murmur meant just for her. “No,” he said smoothly, eyes locked onto hers, a slow smirk pulling at his lips, “but that is.”

she didn’t care about sawyer anymore, but if she was completely honest, she hated that he had decided to cheat on her and chose someone else. that part made her want to ruin his life—that was just who she was. “he’s irrelevant, but that asshole still cheated on me, and i want to ruin him,” she pointed out with a sigh. “of course i’m choosing you, you’re my man,” she added with a smile. lacey was loving every second of it, loving how she didn’t have to care about anything but axel. she wanted to remember every bit of that date. “i’m predictable with fries? funny,” she chuckled, “you know how to read me that well?” she flirted, her brown eyes finding his. as she sat down, she took a deep breath. “only when it counts? am i that good of a companion?” she teased, a warm smile on her lips. she noticed the way he looked at her as she flirted, the way his hand found her ankle, and he moved it so her foot was resting against his crotch, made her smirk. she let her foot rest there, she smirked slightly, eyebrows lifting in quiet challenge. “you know how i like my dessert,” she winked. she nudged her food lightly, then leaned in just a bit. “i don’t know how long you’re going to last, but we can play a little game,” she smiled before pulling her foot back a few inches. “you drive me crazy, you know that, right?” she whispered.

#ft. axel maddox.

Axel saw it in her eyes, the way she leaned into him, the way her voice softened when she admitted she didn’t hide anything from him. It did something to him. Not ego. Not exactly. It was deeper than that. Ownership without force. Connection without question. He let a slow, satisfied smirk settle on his face. “Good,” he said quietly, his voice low and steady. “I don’t want half of you. I want all of it.” When she admitted she wouldn’t want that closeness from anyone else, his jaw tightened slightly, not in anger, but in approval. He leaned in just enough for his lips to brush near her temple, his voice dropping. “You won’t need it from anyone else,” he murmured. Not possessive in a jealous way, just certain. Like a fact. "Sawyer was never good enough for you. I know that. You know that." Her teasing about self-control made him huff a soft laugh through his nose. When she pushed him gently, he barely moved, catching her wrist loosely before letting it go. “I’ll survive,” he agreed, eyes dragging slowly over her face. “But don’t test me too much.” When she said she could see how much it mattered to him, he didn’t deny it. When she looked at his outstretched hand and laced her fingers through his, something in his expression shifted, subtle, but warmer. His thumb brushed over her knuckles as they started walking. Inside the restaurant, when she slipped her hand free only to wrap herself around his waist, he instinctively pulled her closer, his palm flattening against her lower back. Solid. Protective. Comfortable. “What do I want?” he repeated, glancing down at her with a half-smile. She teased about only being picky when it came to her man, and when she kissed his jaw, he tilted his head slightly toward her, letting her. “We’re getting the ribeye,” he said confidently, “Medium. Sliced.” His eyes flicked to hers. “Comes with roasted potatoes and grilled vegetables. Easy to share.” There was something deliberate in the choice, solid, satisfying, a little indulgent. “And, we’ll grab a side of truffle fries for the middle. So you can pretend you’re not stealing off my plate.” As they reached the table, Axel stepped ahead of her without a word and pulled the chair out smoothly. The gesture wasn’t showy, it was natural, automatic. Like of course he would. “I picked dinner,” he said evenly. “You can choose dessert.”

lacey knew exactly where she wanted to be, and there was no hesitation in her mind about it—it was with axel. she craved the rush he gave her, the way a simple smirk from him could undo her, the way his hands found her like they belonged there. and if she was honest, she didn’t want to feel that with anyone else. when he said he didn’t want half of her, she smirked, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “if you want all of me, maybe i should do something about your bestie,” she teased lightly, not even pretending to care about sawyer anymore. “and if he was never good for me… that’s exactly why i know i want you,” she added, her smile playful but certain. as they walked, she let out a soft sigh, leaning into the way he pulled her closer, his hand resting at her lower back like it had a place there. no worries, no second thoughts — just him. when he ordered, her brows lifted slightly. “that’s so fancy,” she nodded, amused. “i like it.” at his comment about her stealing fries, she rolled her eyes with a soft laugh. “i don’t know how you know me so well,” she teased, secretly loving how easily he read her. when they reached the table and he pulled the chair out for her, she smiled, settling in. “such a gentleman when he wants to be,” she mused. picking up the menu, her eyes skimmed over it before she looked back at him. “i get to choose dessert? the most important part of the meal,” she said, pointing lazily at a couple of options before her finger shifted, landing on him instead. her foot brushed against his under the table, slow and intentional. “hmm… is that an option,” she asked, smirking, “or should i just go for the brownie with vanilla ice cream?”

#ft. axel maddox.

Axel let out a low laugh when Lacey called him out, the sound warm and cocky as his forehead rested briefly against hers. Her words fed right into that dangerous confidence he carried so easily, and his grip tightened just a fraction, like he couldn’t help himself. “Told you,” he murmured, voice smooth and certain. “I don’t lose.” His thumb brushed along her jaw, slow and deliberate, like he was memorising her all over again. When she teased him about reading her too easily, his mouth curved into a knowing smirk. “That’s because you don’t hide from me,” Axel said quietly. “You never really have.” He leaned in again, just enough for his breath to ghost over her skin, intensity settling in his eyes. “You like the edge. The risk. And you like it when it’s me.” At the cough nearby, Axel barely spared it a glance. He lifted a hand, flipping the offender off without breaking rhythm, then refocused on Lacey like the world had blinked out. When she kissed him again, slower, softer, his expression shifted, something deeper cutting through the heat. His hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing just under her ribs, grounding and possessive all at once. When she pushed him back and teased him about the car hood, Axel laughed again, this time breathless. “Yeah,” he said, hands lifting in surrender though his eyes stayed locked on hers. “Probably a good idea. I’m trying real hard to pretend I have self-control tonight.” He leaned in one last time, brushing his lips against her ear as he stepped back. “But don’t get it twisted,” he added quietly. “This?” A glance between them, charged. “Still matters. You still matter.” Axel stepped back just enough to give her space, the tension still buzzing between them. He rolled his shoulders once, like he was reining himself in, then let a crooked smile tug at his mouth. Reaching out, he stretched his hand toward her, palm up and inviting. “Come on, princess,” he said lightly, eyes dark and amused as they flicked over her face. “Let’s eat before I forget how to behave in public.”

she loved his confidence—the raw edge in the way he touched her, the certainty in the way he spoke. it was something she’d never quite found with sawyer, something she hadn’t even realized she’d been starving for until axel. by now, she wasn’t sure she could go a single day without it. he felt like a vice she didn’t want to quit. “i don’t hide anything from you. you’re right,” she said softly, a slow smirk curving her lips. when he leaned closer, she welcomed it instantly, craving the warmth, the proximity, the way being near him made everything else blur. “i wouldn’t want that from anyone else,” she admitted, meaning it more than she let on. a soft, breathy sound slipped past her lips as his hands traced up her sides, fingers grazing along her ribs. when they pulled back just enough for her to tease him, she smiled knowingly. “a little self-control hasn’t killed anyone. you’ll survive,” she promised, giving him a gentle push. “oh, i know it matters. i can see it all over your face,” lacey added, amused. when he held his hand out to her, her eyes dropped to it for a split second before she laced her fingers through his without hesitation. and that nickname—princess—the way he said it, like it belonged to her, was enough to make her melt. she could definitely get used to that. “sure,” she smiled, walking beside him into the restaurant. once inside, she slipped her hand free only to lean into his side instead, her arm wrapping around his waist. “what do you want to eat?” she asked lightly. “we can share whatever you like. i’m not picky… only when it comes to my man,” she teased, leaning up to press a playful kiss against his jaw.

#ft. axel maddox.

Axel didn’t hesitate for a second. He stayed close, forehead nearly brushing hers, a slow, satisfied smile curling at his lips as he watched her—like he already knew exactly what effect he had on her and enjoyed it far too much. His thumb traced her jaw this time, deliberate, possessive, eyes dark and steady on hers. “That’s because I don’t compete with the rest of the world,” he said smoothly. “I make it irrelevant.” When she pulled him in and kissed him, Axel let it happen for a heartbeat—then answered it with intent, confident and unhurried, like he was exactly where he wanted to be. When she pulled back and said those words, his grin turned smug, unmistakably pleased. He leaned in again, close enough that his voice dropped, low and daring. “You can forget everything else when you're with me." His hand stayed firm at her waist, keeping her right there. “And let’s be honest,” he added, eyes flicking to her lips and back up, “you don’t want safe. You want this. The chaos. The heat.” A pause—just long enough to let it sink in. “And so do I.” Axel didn’t hesitate. With a sly, confident grin, he shifted closer, letting his hips roll forward just enough to press against her before sweeping her up effortlessly. In one smooth motion, he pressed her against the car’s bonnet, leaning her back slightly so he could hover above her, all while keeping his hands firm and controlling. His lips followed hers, then trailed down her jawline, nipping playfully at her neck, savoring the way she reacted beneath him. The heat between them was palpable, every movement daring and deliberate. Just as the moment intensified, a cough echoed from someone passing by. Axel barely looked up, his smirk twisting into a cocky expression. Without missing a beat, he flipped them off with a casual, unapologetic motion before returning his attention to Lacey, completely unbothered. He leaned in closer again, murmuring against her skin, smug and forward. “See? Nothing else matters,” he said, his voice low and teasing, every word dripping with intent. "Just you."

she didn’t know if other girls would freak out over the possessiveness of his touch, but if lacey was being honest, she was loving the energy coming from him. when he said he didn’t compete with the rest of the world, lacey chuckled, shaking her head. “i’d like to say you’re too full of yourself, but you’re right, they can’t compete with you,” she assured him. as they kissed, she smiled against his lips, happy to finally share that kind of intimacy with him without worrying about her boyfriend finding out or anyone else seeing them. when he told her she didn’t want safe, that she wanted the chaos and the heat that came with being with him, she smirked. “you read me way too easily,” she murmured. as he leaned closer, she felt his body press in even more, her back nearly pinned against the car’s hood, axel hovering over her as he kissed along her jaw and down her neck, making her forget about everything else, because nothing but him mattered in that moment. when she heard someone cough, her brows furrowed, but she didn’t move, only noticing one of his hands leave her waist to flip them off, which made her smile. she smiled again when he told her that nothing mattered except her, lifting her hands to cradle his face before leaning in to kiss him again, slower this time, more reverent. “we should go inside the restaurant before you end up fucking me against the car’s hood,” she teased, her hands sliding to his chest as she gently pushed him away.

#ft. axel maddox.

Axel didn’t even pretend to hesitate—he never did with her. The second her words spilled out in that smoky purr, something hungry and possessive tightened behind his ribs. He loved that she talked like he was already hers, loved even more that she acted like the world outside the car didn’t matter. And for him? It didn’t. Not tonight. He watched her with that slow, bold stare he only ever used when nobody else could see him. But she got it all. Axel’s thumb lingered on her lip a beat longer than necessary, like he wanted to memorise the shape of her mouth. Inside, there was this restless energy thrumming under his skin—a wicked thrill at breaking rules he’d never cared about in the first place. “Yeah?” he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting as if she’d just confessed something delicious. “Good thing I don’t play by rules anyway.” She talked about being his for the night and Axel soaked in every syllable like it was permission. Or temptation. Or both. The way she kept looking at him. When she asked what she’d do once they went back, Axel didn’t even pretend to care about the future. His gaze dragged over her, slow and intense, the kind that said you’re mine right now, and that’s all that matters. “Then don’t think about going back,” he said. He sounded too calm for someone burning the way he was, but that was Axel—cool on the surface, wildfire underneath. As he parked and stepped out to open her door, that smirk she gave him nearly undid him. She leaned against the car like she was daring him to misbehave, and Axel had never turned down a dare in his life. He closed the space between them, eyes dark, locked on hers like he couldn’t look anywhere else. He was obsessed with the way she drew him in without trying. And he didn’t hide it—not the want, not the thrill, not the fact that Sawyer would kill him if he knew. But Axel didn’t care. Not now. Not when she said she’d wanted him since seeing him in uniform. That hit him right in his ego, in the best, most dangerous way. A low laugh escaped him—soft, wicked, knowing. “Yeah? Then don’t keep me waiting.” When she whispered that she wanted a kiss to ease her tension, Axel’s expression shifted—darker, sweeter, sharper all at once. He tilted his head, his voice dropping to match hers. “A kiss?” he echoed, stepping close enough for his breath to brush her cheek. “You want it, you get it.” His hand slid to her waist, possessive, like he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried. Axel didn’t rush. He wanted her to feel the intention in every inch he closed between them, wanted her to know that he’d been craving this just as obsessively as she had. Then, right before his lips met hers, he murmured—quiet, certain, thrilled beyond reason: “Trust me… I’m gonna make damn sure you remember tonight.” Her back brushed the cool metal of his car, and Axel used that closeness like gravity. With one smooth, unhesitating motion, he guided her gently but firmly against the side of the vehicle, his body angled just enough to cage her in without crossing a line. I His hand came up to cradle the back of her head, fingers sliding into her hair with a surprising tenderness for someone who usually lived in sharp edges. He held her like she was something he didn’t want jolted or lost, like the world outside this dim parking lot didn’t exist. Axel’s eyes flicked down to her mouth, then back to her eyes, slow and claiming. “Yeah,” he murmured, voice low, warm, certain. “This is exactly where I want you.”

lacey had never wanted easy. she liked the chaos, the secrets, and the yearning; she liked a love that felt possessive. she wanted nothing to do with "pure"—that was basically what she had with sawyer, and she wasn't the kind of girl who dreamed about marriage or thought her first boyfriend would be her soulmate. she liked the mystery and the addiction of it all. axel made her feel complete in that sense. she couldn't care less about the rest of the world; maybe she was selfish, maybe she was an asshole for cheating on her long-term boyfriend, but she didn't care. she just loved the way he looked at her, like he could never get enough. as his thumb lingered on her lip, her eyes locked onto his, the thrill of that simple move making her heart race. "playing by the rules is boring," she promised, a smirk on her lips. she nodded as he spoke. "i'll stop then," she mused. he was right—there was no point in worrying about what came next when they could just enjoy this. here, people didn't know them; they didn't have to hide behind stolen glances. she loved playing by her own rules, and she loved having axel right there with her. as he moved closer, her smirk widened. "i won't keep you waiting," she promised. her gaze stayed fixed on him as he approached, promising to make tonight unforgettable. he pressed her against the car, and the move was so smooth it made a smile tug at the corners of her lips. being caged against the cold metal made her heart hammer in anticipation. her lips parted slightly as his hand slid into her hair. she looked at him, her eyes dropping to his lips, eager to feel them on hers. "honestly, i want you even closer," she said boldly. she reached for the collar of his t-shirt, yanking him down to finally press her lips against his. she melted into him as the tension finally snapped; this was exactly what she’d been craving. when she eventually pulled away, her finger grazed his jaw. "this is exactly what i meant," she said softly. "i don't know how you do it, but you make me forget about the rest of the world in a way nobody else can."

#ft. axel maddox.

Axel watched her with a heat in his gaze that he couldn’t hide, every movement of hers pulling him in deeper. The way Lacey spoke, the teasing curve of her lips, the challenge in her eyes—it all had him caught between wanting to smile and wanting to lose control. She wasn’t wrong; Sawyer had no real place in what was happening between them. Whatever this was, it had already taken on a life of its own. As his thumb brushed over her lower lip, Axel felt her breath catch, her gaze flicking from his mouth up to his eyes, and something unspoken passed between them—something that felt dangerously close to a promise. “You make it sound like we were made for this,” he murmured, his tone low enough that it vibrated between them. When she said she was glad they found each other, Axel’s expression softened. For all her boldness, there was something real under her words—something he felt too, even if he couldn’t quite admit it. “You didn’t just win the game,” he said with a crooked grin, “you changed the rules.” At her bite of her lower lip, the small, dangerous gesture that said more than words could, Axel’s hand flexed again against her thigh. “First date,” he echoed, the words a promise and a warning all at once. “And if I treat you like you’re mine tonight…”—he leaned in just a little closer—“then I don’t plan on holding anything back.” Axel nodded ahead toward the glow of neon lights in the distance, a faint smirk curving his lips as the small diner came into view—one of those old-fashioned spots on the edge of town that looked like it hadn’t changed in decades. The gravel crunched under the tires as he pulled into the nearly empty parking lot, the hum of the engine fading as he cut it off. For a moment, he just looked at her—her reflection in the windshield, the way the lights from the diner painted her skin in warm amber tones. Then, with that same teasing glint in his eyes, he turned to her and said, voice low but playfully formal, “M’lady, let’s commence.” He got out of the car, walking around to her side, the cool night air brushing against him as he opened her door with a small, mock bow. “Your chariot’s arrived,” he added, grin widening. “You ready to make this date official?”

inside that car they didn’t have to pretend to be friends or acquaintances; in there it was just them and the wanting simmering between every look, every touch, every word. when his thumb brushed her lower lip she wished time would freeze, not ready to let go of that delicious tightness blooming in her chest. “maybe we weren’t made to cheat, but i’m sure i was made to have you looking at me like that,” she purred, leaning in just enough to chase more of that feeling. “i changed the rules so i could win the game,” she added, her gaze flicking from his mouth to his warm brown eyes. “hate the sin, not the sinner.” she wanted him to treat her like she was his, just for the night — they weren’t in euroville, no one here knew them, no one would go running to sawyer. with axel she could actually breathe. “what will i do when we go back?” she sighed dramatically. “guess i’ll just enjoy being yours for a night.” a soft chuckle left her. “i hope you make tonight unforgettable,” she whispered. when he pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine, she slid into her jacket. he came around to open her door and she stepped out with a slow, wicked smirk. “oh, it began the second you put your hand on my thighs,” she purred, closing the door. leaning back against the car, she crooked a finger at him. “i’ve been dying to do something since the moment i saw you in your football uniform.” she waited until he was close enough, her voice dropping. “people usually save this for the end, but i want a kiss before we go in… you know, to ease all my tension.”

#ft. axel maddox.

SIDELINED: THE QB AND ME — 2024, dir. Justin Wu

#ft. axel maddox.

Axel let his gaze travel over her slow and appreciative, that cocky smirk curving like a promise. His hand flexed against his thigh, deliberate and lazy — an invitation and a claim all at once. He answered her whisper with a low chuckle, voice thick with mischief. “Same page? Baby, we wrote the whole damn chapter.” He dipped his head, eyes hooded. “And kissing my best friend’s girlfriend? That was just the footnote. The main event’s way more fun.” He let the words hang between them, delicious and dangerous. Her tongue on his lip got a slow, appreciative grin. “Bold,” he breathed, tone amused and hungry. “I like bold.” He traced the line of her jaw with the pad of his finger, thumb brushing her lower lip, voice dropping. “You were born naughty? Good. I was born curious.” When she called herself the worst girl he’d meet, his laugh was soft, incredulous in the best way. “Worst? Please. You’re premium trouble — boutique grade.” He tapped his temple like he was cataloging her. “Irresistible, expensive, and a little dangerous. My favourite kind." He let that smirk widen, eyes bright with challenge. “Lucky for you, I’m also certified in exceeding expectations.” His fingers curled against her knee, possessive but playful. “You want attention? Consider it scheduled. Consider it delivered. Consider me not letting you forget tonight.” Then, impossibly smooth, he whispered, “Try me — see how bad I can be back.” For a couple of minutes he drove in near-silence, eyes on the line ahead but always aware of her beside him — the way the streetlights bounced off her hair, the way she shifted in the seat like a promise. He hummed low enough to be more felt than heard, a private soundtrack to the small, charged space between them. “So this is our first proper date, huh? Out the way of everyone. I can treat you like you’re mine instead of his. Nice.”

if lacey had felt like that from the beginning with sawyer, she knew she would have stayed with him. the way axel's gaze traveled down her, the way his hand flexed against her thigh, reminding her he was there—he was with her, even if they shouldn’t be. she had never felt that kind of connection with her boyfriend, but she couldn’t help wanting to spend all her time with axel. "only the footnote?" she smirked, "i feel like it’s the main plot, but why would sawyer have so much importance in our story, right?" she smirked again, looking at him with a playful glint in her eye. if there was something lacey was, it was bold—she knew how to act, how to talk, and how to make people go crazy. as his thumb brushed over her lower lip, her eyes moved from his lips up to his eyes, a silent promise in them. "i think we’re the best combination," she whispered. "you know how to talk to make me go crazy," she confessed, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "i’m glad we found each other," she nodded, "who would’ve thought i’d have all this attention, all this boldness?" she smiled, "i won the game, baby." at his playful words, the girl smiled again—she didn’t say anything, she just bit her lower lip, as if she was already planning to make him lose his mind. "first date," she agreed, "you can treat me like i’m yours, but i’m not his," she pointed out. "are you going to keep yours to myself? i hope i never stop feeling your touch tonight."

#ft. axel maddox.

Axel felt her shift against him in the seat, the heat of her presence crawling along his skin. His hand stayed heavy on her thigh, the other steady on the wheel, and he couldn’t help the slow, cocky smirk tugging at his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing—driving her insane, teasing every nerve he could reach without a word. “Good. Means we’re on the same page,” he said smoothly, voice low and teasing, letting the tension hum between them. He loved the honesty in her stare, the way she didn’t hide the fact she wanted this—wanted him—and he fed off it, leaning just slightly closer without breaking the line of control. Her hand nudged his higher, sliding over his, and Axel let out a quiet, wicked laugh. “Oh, I know exactly how bad you are,” he murmured, thumb brushing along her palm, enjoying the tiny gasp she gave him. “And trust me, I’m not complaining.” He caught her words about Sawyer, about how he didn’t know what to do with her. Axel’s smirk widened, dark and knowing. “He should’ve figured it out when he had the chance,” he said, voice low and teasing. He exhaled the sweet peach smoke directly into her mouth, grinning at the soft, breathless sound she made. He felt her melt against him, her pulse racing, and it only made him bolder. He caught the daring in her eyes, that teasing surrender, and let his smirk deepen. Axel’s grip on the wheel tightened, but not enough to stop the pulse of heat running through him. She leaned in, and the flick of her tongue over his bottom lip stole every ounce of his focus. For a moment, the green light ahead blurred, the road falling away, because all he could think about was her—her lips, her hands, the way she dared him without a single word. Axel’s dark eyes locked on hers, pupils dilated, chest tightening. He let out a low chuckle, the kind that rumbled from deep in his chest. “Yeah,” he breathed, voice rough, barely above a whisper, fingers brushing her cheek, tilting her face up just a touch. “All mine, huh? That’s… tempting.” He snapped his focus back to the wheel only when the car ahead honked, but the smirk never left his face. She had him, completely—and he didn’t even want to pretend he wasn’t hers. He pressed his foot onto the pedal again - roaring the car back to life as he sped forwards. “Who made you this naughty?” he murmured, voice rough, teasing, eyes locked on hers, smoldering with mischief. Axel’s dark eyes raked over her as she leaned in, and a slow, wicked smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re a bad girl, Lacey,” he murmured, voice low, thick with heat. “And I mean that in a hot way."

everything in that car made her lose her mind — the way axel looked at her, the way his hand rested heavy on his thigh like he owned the whole damn space. from his touch to that cocky smirk, it was driving lacey crazy, and no one could blame her — not if they knew how much trouble axel was, and how much she loved trouble. “i feel like we’ve always been on the same page, otherwise you wouldn’t have kissed your best friend’s girlfriend, would you?” she whispered, leaning closer, trailing her finger down his jawline painfully slow, teasing. she had nothing to hide — what axel saw was honestly everything she could give. when he mentioned how bad she was, she smiled. “oh, you haven’t seen everything, sweetheart. this isn’t the worst i can be,” she purred. “you’re not the only one who knows how to use their words,” she promised with a smirk. “i don’t want him figuring it out now — i’ve got someone even better who already knows what i want.” her voice dripped boldness, every word laced with meaning. she was so into him — the way he carried himself, the way he made her heart race, it was perfect. the way that smirk never left his lips had her falling hard, even if she’d never dare say those words. she’d told him he hadn’t seen all the bad she could be — so when she flicked her tongue over his bottom lip, it was a challenge. and by the way he reacted, she knew he was down to take it. they were both trouble, and they knew it. when his fingers tipped her chin up, she felt breathless, undone by just the intimacy of his touch. “i was born this naughty,” she whispered, “maybe born to be yours, but who knows — you haven’t shown me all of you, maddox.” the honk of another car broke the moment, pulling a curse from her lips. still, she leaned back with a smile. “i’m the worst girl you’ll ever meet, trust me on that,” she said softly. “just don’t keep your hands off me tonight — i’d hate to be lacking attention.”

#ft. axel maddox.

Axel had one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazy and firm on Lacey’s thigh like it belonged there—because in his mind, it did. Everything about this felt natural, electric, right. The way she slid into his car without hesitation, the way her fingers brushed his vape with ease, the way she breathed peach like she was the flavor. He glanced over at her when she purred. His lips curved into a slow, cocky smile, dark eyes flicking down her frame before settling back on the road. “Good,” he drawled, voice smooth as sin. “You wear flirty like it was made for you.”Her confidence only fed his—when she took that hit and smiled, when she spoke like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. The second she mentioned her boyfriend, Axel’s grin didn’t falter—it just got more dangerous. More knowing. His fingers flexed slightly on her thigh, a gentle squeeze. “Yeah?” he said, voice low and velvety. “That why you’re in my car? With my hand on your skin? 'Cause he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with someone like you?” He turned his head just enough to look at her, his jaw sharp, eyes dark and locked on hers. “'Cause I do, Lacey. I’ve known from the second you looked at me like I was a bad idea you couldn’t wait to try.” Then she said it—that she didn’t want her boyfriend to have the title anymore. Axel’s smirk deepened, tongue running across his bottom lip. “Future Mrs Maddox, huh?” he teased, fingers brushing a little higher. “That’s cute." He reached for the vape, holding it between two fingers, close enough for their hands to touch again, just enough to feel like something passed between them that had nothing to do with smoke. Axel leaned back into his seat, smug, relaxed, and turned on as hell. “Damn right he couldn’t,” he murmured. His fingers traced slow circles on her thigh as the road stretched out in front of them,. He brought the vape back to his lips, a slow inhale of peach curling through his chest like it belonged there. Without a word, he reached over with two fingers under her chin, turning her face to his. Leaning in close—close enough to steal her breath before she even thought about catching it—he exhaled slowly, deliberately. The warm peachy vapor rolled from his mouth to hers, sweet and intoxicating. “Peach always tastes better when you’re the one I’m sharing it with,” he said low, the words like a secret he had no intention of keeping. His eyes didn’t leave hers—not after that, not for a second. The red light could stay forever for all he cared. Axel’s smirk deepened the second her lips parted, the peach-sweet vapor still lingering in the charged space between them. His thumb brushed lazily along her chin, like he wasn’t done holding her there, like the world outside the car could wait. He leaned in just a fraction closer, his voice dropping into something low and smooth—undeniably confident, undeniably him. “Although,” he murmured, letting the moment stretch just enough to make her pulse quicken, “I bet I'll prefer the taste of your peach.”

being in that car felt like the best decision she’d made all day, every second humming with a kind of tension she didn’t want to escape, his hand steady on the wheel while the other rested heavy on her thigh, and god, she loved it, loved the way axel smirked like he already knew he was driving her insane, that cocky smile, those dark eyes, even the way he’d picked the flavor for her like he knew her better than she wanted to admit; “flirty is my second name,” she teased, brushing her hair back, eyes locked on him, enjoying how every word she dropped only fed the fire between them, and she didn’t bother hiding the truth—she didn’t want sawyer anymore, that was why she was here, with axel, with his hand higher on her thigh than it had any right to be, feeling alive in a way she hadn’t in forever, “i’m a bad idea?” she smirked, her own hand sliding over his, nudging it higher like she wanted to prove just how bad, “he doesn’t know what to do with me, if he did, i wouldn’t be here,” she added, the confession making his smirk widen, butterflies erupting in her stomach, and when she teased about acquiring his last name, she meant every playful syllable; she handed him the vape, never breaking eye contact, nearly undone by the smile tugging at his lips, and then he pulled that move—his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up, exhaling sweet peach smoke right into her mouth, and it made her melt against the leather seat, breathless; “you’re so dangerous, axel,” she whispered, leaning in, letting the brush of his finger under her chin linger until she bit her lip, heart racing, “don’t threaten me with a good time,” her voice softer now, almost daring, “it’s all yours,” she murmured, leaning close enough her tongue flicked over his bottom lip just as the light turned green, “you can go,” she smirked, leaning back with that wide grin, basking in the tease, knowing she had him just as much as he had her.

#ft. axel maddox.

Axel watched her sprint across the lot. The smirk was already on his face, lazy and crooked, before she even reached the car. He could feel it in his bones: the thrill, the chaos, the secrecy. All of it. She was magnetic in the worst way, and that just made it better. He let the engine idle, the low purr of it vibrating through the chassis as she yanked the door open and slid into the passenger seat. His eyes were already on her—hooded, dark with mischief. Axel let out a quiet chuckle, one hand still resting on the wheel, the other bringing his vape back to his lips. A slow inhale, long and casual, like he had all the time in the world. The device clicked softly, then— Exhale.He turned his head just enough to blow the fruity-sweet cloud in her direction, slow and deliberate. The warm vapor drifted toward her, peachy and sugar-rich, lacing the air between them with temptation. “Yeah,” he said, voice low, a lazy edge of flirt wrapped around each syllable. “Peach. Thought of you when I bought it. Kinda irresistible, right?” His gaze dropped to her lips, lingered for half a second too long, then flicked back up with a wink that didn’t ask for forgiveness. “Not gonna lie, Lace… if you wanna taste it, you don’t need an excuse.” He tossed the vape into the console cupholder and twisted the key. The engine kicked up, loud and alive, matching the grin spreading across his face. The car rolled out of the lot slow at first, then he gave it gas, tires biting the asphalt with just enough bite to make a statement. He shifted gears and pulled them out of the parking lot with a smooth, confident turn, tires humming under the pressure of his foot. The lot faded behind them, swallowed by the dark, and the glow of town lights thinned as he took back roads, winding them away from where anyone might see. No prying eyes. No fake smiles. Just asphalt, night air, and her. His right hand stayed on the wheel, but once they hit a stretch of road lined with nothing but fields and shadows, he reached across the console—slowly, deliberately—and let his hand rest on Lacey’s thigh. Not cautious. Not hesitant. His fingers found the edge of her skirt and curled just beneath it, his palm pressing warm against the bare skin of her upper thigh. He gave it a gentle squeeze—assertive, full of unspoken things—and smirked without looking over. “That boyfriend of yours ever touch you like this?” he asked, thumb sliding a little higher as his hand tightened, the car purring beneath them like it felt it too. The smirk returned, lazy and dripping with ego. He leaned back in his seat, left hand relaxed on the wheel, right hand still on her, completely at home. The road ahead curved into open dark, and Axel drove like they had nowhere to be, like the world couldn’t touch them out here. Only him. Only her. And the sin that was starting to feel way too good to stop.

she really believed that was the way she wanted to feel in relationships—chasing that thrill that bloomed in her chest the second someone made her heart race, wanting to spend every second orbiting around them like gravity didn't exist without their pull. that never happened with sawyer, and it wasn’t going to magically start now—not when axel was right there, pulling her into his passenger seat like she belonged. the way she slid into his car like it was muscle memory sent a thrill through her, and when he exhaled a fruity-sweet cloud of vape smoke her way, her whole body buzzed. she smiled when he casually mentioned why he picked that flavor, not knowing—or maybe knowing too well—that peach wasn’t just her favorite fruit, but practically her personality, the emoji she sent most, the scent she always wore. lacey rolled her eyes as he tossed the vape into the cupholder, catching it a moment later just to keep the flirtation alive. “oh, i know,” she purred, “i just wanted to be flirty.” she inhaled smoothly, letting the sweet taste linger before exhaling with a slow grin. “it’s not my first time doing this.” as the campus melted behind them, she glanced out the window, her insides glowing at the fact they were getting farther away from the version of her that had to pretend. when he placed his hand on her thigh, it felt like lightning—warm, certain, electric—and she turned to him with a knowing smile. “you know my boyfriend doesn’t touch me like this,” she whispered, leaning into the moment, “he’d never look at me the way you do.” the breath hitched in her throat, heavy with the rush he gave her just by existing so confidently beside her. “you know what? i don’t even want him to have that title anymore, if i’m completely honest,” she said, voice lower, more serious, more her. “he’s not it. he doesn’t make me feel like you do, maddox.” she brought the vape back to her lips, stealing another sweet inhale, her eyes locked on him like a secret she wasn’t hiding anymore. “he could never be you.”

#ft. axel maddox.

Sawyer stood there, silent, his heart pounding in his chest as Lacey’s words cut through him like a knife. He didn't want to look at her but knew he had too. But the anger in her eyes, the way her voice dripped with sarcasm, made him want to shrink into himself. He wasn’t proud of what he had done. But seeing Lacey like this, so calculated and cold, it felt like every single mistake he’d made over the past few months was being laid out for everyone to see. And yet, he couldn’t entirely blame her. He had been the one who made this mess, who had pushed her away and sought out someone else in the first place. Her words were sharp, aimed to wound, and they landed with devastating precision. The way she mocked his apology, the way she used the vulnerability he had foolishly exposed, it was like she knew exactly how to tear him apart. He wanted to defend himself, to tell her that it hadn’t been like that, that things had gotten complicated between them, but he couldn’t. He knew deep down that he wasn’t innocent. He couldn’t justify what he had done. But it was her next words, the way she cornered him with that biting question about whether the other girl knew, that made his stomach twist. "I am. I'm protecting her because she knew nothing about you and I." Lacey walked toward the picture of them on the wall, her steps deliberate. She was almost daring him to give an answer, and he knew she wouldn’t stop until he did. “Lacey…” Sawyer started, his voice quiet, barely above a whisper. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to say. He wasn’t ready for this conversation, not like this. The room felt smaller, suffocating, and every part of him screamed to leave, to just run away from the mess he had created. But that wouldn’t solve anything. He had to face this. The sharpness of her eyes burned into him as she demanded an answer, and he took a deep breath. “No,” he said quietly, “she didn’t know. She didn’t know about you." Sawyer’s expression tightened, his frustration clear as he looked at her. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check, but the words still came out sharp. “Lacey… who have you become?” His voice was quieter now, though still edged with disbelief. “I know I’m not perfect, I know I messed up, but what happened to you these last few months?” He stepped back slightly, his eyes searching hers. “This isn’t the girl I fell in love with at the beginning. We’ve changed, both of us. We’ve grown apart. I got numb, and I stopped trying, and I guess you did too.” There was a heaviness in his words, but he wasn’t trying to hurt her. He just wanted to understand where things had gone wrong. Sawyer’s voice softened, and for a moment, he seemed to falter, as if the weight of his own guilt was finally catching up with him. He looked at Lacey, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and honesty. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I really am,” he said quietly, the words heavy with meaning. “I’ve had so much going on, and I know I’ve been a terrible person. But... Daphne, she was the only one in my life these last couple of weeks who was actually there for me. She... she made me feel like I was more than just these broken pieces. Like I was something more than the mess that I am.” He wiped a hand over his face, his voice breaking slightly. He wasn’t trying to justify his actions, but he needed her to understand the weight of everything he had been carrying.

@daphnelolopezz @laceyspencr

Daphne was not only hurt, but she was getting mad. Mad at the way this chick was acting. Mad that Sawyer had lied to her, that she was stuck in the middle of some shit she had no idea had been happening. Some creepy unhappy lovetriangle shit. She tried to read Sawyers sign language but it was getting sloppy and him and that girl were so deep into it that eventually he stopped signing and it just looked like they were yelling and fighting, and Daphne had had enough. So when it seemed like they stopped noticing her, too stuck in their own disputal, because it seemed to have gone really personal, something just for the two of them, she snuck out and then ran for it and went home. She was not gonna get dragged into some freaking drama without even being asked, no way hosey.

@sawyer-bay

@laceyspencr

the way this was happening felt perfect—she was offended, of course she was. if anyone could cheat, it should’ve been her, not sawyer. how could he do that to her? “oh, so she didn’t know? what a pity. i bet you loved having your little dirty secrets,” she spat, eyebrows raised, every word like a knife. when her name trailed off his lips, lacey turned to face him, feeding off the tension she knew she was creating—that’s what she wanted, to make them suffer. but then his expression shifted with that quiet, stupid question. who have you become? her blood boiled. a cold, cynical smirk crept onto her lips—she was going to end him. “who have i become?!” she snapped. “i hope you’re aware of how much i’ve done for you,” she lied. “the girl you fell in love with in the fucking beginning?” her voice dripped venom. “that girl made you who you are. do you think people would even like you if it wasn’t for me?” she scoffed, twisting the knife with every word. “you don’t get to say you’re sorry and hurt me. if you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have cheated. if you had any respect, you would’ve been a man and broken up with me before putting your hands—or eyes—on her.” her nail tapped hard against his chest. daphne had vanished at some point—lacey didn’t know when, didn’t care. “she’s the only one who understands you?” she mocked with a cruel pout. she didn’t care about his breaking voice. not anymore. “you’re a fucking dirty asshole,” she snapped. “i gave you everything, and this is what i get? you making me feel guilty over something i couldn’t have known because you’re too immature to speak up? if you’d told me, i would’ve helped. but no—you’re a goddamn child who needs to be read like a book.” her smirk deepened. “you know what? i hope you two are happy. no—fuck that. i hope you regret hurting me. that’s better.” she corrected herself. “you two deserve each other. i hope you burn in hell.” @sawyer-bay @daphnelolopezz

#ft. sawyer bay #ft. daphne lopez

Axel stepped out of the male locker room, the sharp scent of body spray clinging faintly to the air behind him. His hair, still damp from the rinse he’d taken, clung to his forehead in uneven strands until he gave it a rough shake. A few flicks of his fingers and a practiced tilt of his head were all it took to settle it back into place—long fringe falling over one eye in that moody, emoish way he always wore it. Without breaking stride, he yanked up the hood of his black hoodie, letting it shadow his face as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and kept his gaze locked on the pavement. Eye contact? Not a chance. Not with anyone. A couple people passed him in the hallway, voices low, laughter casual—names he didn’t know, faces that didn’t matter. He didn’t look at them. Didn’t need to. All he wanted was to get to his car before his own thoughts swallowed him whole. Because he’d actually done it. He’d actually hooked up with Lacey. Sawyer’s girlfriend. His best friend’s girlfriend. The head cheerleader. The it girl. She was the girl everyone wanted, but only one guy was supposed to have. And now Axel had touched her. Kissed her. Had her. He still couldn’t believe it. The image of her—bare skin, fingers tangled in his hair—flashed through his mind like static. It made his stomach twist in that sick, addictive way. The guilt was there, buried deep, but it had nowhere to go. Not when the memory felt like fire under his skin. She was everything he’d wanted and never thought he’d get. And now he had. He unlocked his car without looking back, slid into the driver’s seat, and pulled the door shut like he was sealing off a secret. Then he leaned back, exhaled slow, and muttered under his breath: What the hell did I just do? The heat of the locker room still clung to him, mixing with something sweeter. Her. She was everywhere—on his skin, under his nails, still on his lips. He could taste her when he licked the corner of his mouth. Could smell her perfume—expensive—on the collar of his hoodie. Her laugh still echoed in the back of his mind, breathless and wicked, like she knew what kind of fire she was setting inside him and lit the match anyway. He cursed under his breath and pulled a vape from the front pocket of his hoodie, flicking it once, then again, like he needed a reason to stall before bringing it to his lips. It was some stupid scent—strawberry peach or something like that. Too sweet. Too bright. But it helped. Kind of. It distracted him, at least, filled his lungs with something other than guilt and adrenaline. He glanced down at the faint marks she’d left on the inside of his wrist—barely-there crescent shapes from her nails. The kind you don’t mean to leave, but part of you wants to. Possessive. Dangerous. Addicting. And now they were making plans. To drive to the next town over. Just the two of them. To walk around holding hands like some sick version of a couple, like this was anything close to innocent. She wanted to be seen with him. Axel leaned his head back against the seat and exhaled slowly, the vapor curling around his face like a fog he didn’t know how to step out of. But then he saw her. Lacey. In that cheerleader uniform again. Crop top, short skirt. He exhaled sharply and tossed the vape into his glove box, dragging a hand through his damp fringe. Then he turned the key in the ignition. The car roared to life with a sharp, loud rev that echoed off the brick walls of the school’s back lot. He didn’t care who heard it. He looked around - the parking lot he'd parked in was nearly empty. Axel didn’t wait. He leaned out the open window, smirking as his fingers tapped once on the steering wheel before pressing the horn—just a quick beep to snap her attention back to him. “Get in, sexy.” His voice was low, casual—but laced with that reckless heat that had gotten them into this mess in the first place.

what she was doing was nothing close to right. she had a boyfriend, someone she should be in love with, someone she should think about every day—but that feeling had disappeared. she didn’t feel the urge to see him, just the need for others to see them together. she kissed him when she saw him, but there was no passion, no fire, just compromise and appearances. she felt evil for wanting someone else. she should have broken up with him, but... in her mind, even if it made her seem careless, she was scared of what people would think. would they say she was lame for breaking up with the football captain? would they say she was changing? she wanted the spotlight, she wanted everyone to want her, to want to be her... what if breaking up with sawyer meant all of that would shift to someone else? but at the same time, she wanted to be with axel. he was the one who made her feel alive again. she craved his presence, lived for the glances they stole. axel was the person she wanted to be seen with, as sick as it was. and when she suggested driving to the next town, in what axel called their own bonnie and clyde way, she couldn’t help but feel excited. he had the power to make her forget how wrong she was being. she didn’t care if she was the villain—she just wanted him. it took everything in her to talk to a couple people while knowing axel was waiting for her, but she had to keep up the act. and then she saw his car—her mind left everything else behind. no one else seemed to be there. just them and their getaway car. the horn echoed through the empty parking lot, making lacey shake her head with a wicked smile tugging at the corners of her lips. she raced toward the car, heart pounding, flinging the door open and climbing inside. “let’s go,” she grinned, looking at him, resisting the urge to kiss him right then and there. “were you vaping?” she asked, catching the sweet scent in the air. “not gonna scold you, i just wanna taste whatever your lips taste like right now, not that i can kiss you, stupid, because people could see us.”

#ft. axel maddox.

DANIELLA PERKINS in GROWN - ISH ( 2022 ) ⏤S5E1

Axel stood there, feeling the warmth of Lacey in his arms, and everything else around them seemed to fade away. With her so close, the world became distant and unimportant. The soft trace of her fingers on his chest, her quiet laughter, and the way she looked up at him with that mischievous smile—he was completely drawn to her. There was no need for anything else; she was all that mattered in that moment. When she said it was the best decision she’d ever made, Axel couldn’t help but grin. Her words sent a rush of warmth through him, and it made him want to keep her closer. He wanted to be with her like this, wrapped up in the simplicity of their connection. He could tell she wasn’t just playing around; there was something real in the way she spoke, in the way she looked at him. Axel’s hands slid back around her waist, pulling her a little closer, as if he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t help the pull he felt whenever she was near. It was easy to get lost in the way she made him feel—like everything else could wait. "I like when it's just us two against everyone else." When she suggested going to the new Mexican restaurant, the idea made him smile. It felt light, fun—just a simple evening together. Axel loved the thought of spending time with her outside of their usual playful moments. He leaned in slightly, his voice soft but sincere. "I’d love that," he said with a soft smile. "A date with you sounds perfect." He could feel the beat of his heart quicken, but his voice remained calm, warm. His hands stayed at her sides, holding her gently, not wanting to pull away. "Let’s make it happen," he added, his smile widening. "Just us. No distractions." His one hand moved to intertwine with Lacey's. "Our first date."

if lacey was completely honest, her relationship with sawyer had never made her feel like this. maybe she didn’t love him—maybe she was only with him because he made her feel safe, maybe she just liked the idea of dating him. she couldn’t remember her heart ever racing for him, or not wanting to pull away, or being desperate to know everything about him, like the world paused when they were together. maybe she had been an idiot, maybe she felt that way once, but that was gone now. she wasn’t going to regret cheating on him—not when axel saw her more clearly than anyone else ever had. he didn’t see her the way everyone else did. she was the head cheerleader, of course people saw her—everyone either wanted her or wanted to be her. but axel… axel looked beyond that. she knew he wasn’t drawn in by the image, he saw the girl behind it, and she wanted to be wrapped up in that gaze forever, in his arms, with all his attention on her, and her eyes locked on his. "it’s us against the world, baby," she nodded with a playful grin. the idea of going out together, without hiding, without caring who saw them—that was something lacey had never admitted she wanted until just now. "a date it is," she smirked, teasing but genuinely thrilled. her eyes flicked down to his hand as he laced his fingers with hers, her heart thudding. "our first date," she said softly, like it meant something. "you know what, i’ll walk a couple blocks like i’m just heading home, and you can pick me up there. i’ll tell my family i’m with a friend and that’ll cover it," she smiled, clearly excited and hoping axel could feel it. "oh, come here," she whispered, tugging him closer again, her hand still holding tight to his.

#ft. axel maddox.

Sawyer stood across from her, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on his chest. He saw the way she played the part—hands on her chest, a tear escaping, her words dripping with the perfect mix of sadness and guilt. It was like a well-rehearsed act, and yet, a part of him couldn't shake the feeling that maybe she was right in some twisted way. Maybe this was how she really felt about him? His fists clenched, frustration boiling inside him. "It's not the same anymore," his voice was quieter, almost incredulous. He didn’t know what to feel anymore. He was angry, yes, but there was something else. He didn’t know how to respond to the tears she wiped away or the broken tone in her voice. It felt like a performance. When she spoke again, saying she worried about him, that she just wanted him to be happy, his stomach twisted. He wanted to believe her, but it didn’t feel like love anymore. Happiness had started to feel distant between them, like a concept neither of them could grasp anymore. "You're not the worst," he muttered, though the words felt empty as soon as they left his mouth. She had been distant, and he had pulled away too. Sawyer’s jaw tightened as he listened to her, his heart pounding in his chest. It was the hurt of realising this was really happening.When she finished, he stood there for a long moment, processing her words. The silence between them felt like it was suffocating him. Then, with a deep breath, he spoke, his voice shaky but raw. "I cared about you. That didn't stop," he said, his eyes meeting hers, the honesty in his voice cutting through the tension. "Things are really complicated between the two of us right now." The words were out before he could stop them, and Sawyer didn’t regret them. He needed her to know. "I missed what we used to be." His voice cracked slightly, but he didn't look away. "But somewhere along the way, we lost each other."

she was acting the best way she could. trying to sound heartbroken, trying to make this feel like something tragic, even if deep down, she knew this relationship had been over for a while. she had already shattered it—smashed it to pieces the moment she let herself fall into the arms of his best friend. but something inside her still ached. not for him, not for what they had, but for the version of herself that once believed in forever. the version of herself that thought they were unbreakable. that part of her was gone now. and watching it disappear felt like watching a past self crumble into dust. his words made her sigh, her gaze flickering away as she fought to keep her emotions in check. she didn’t want to cry, but right now, she wasn’t even sure if the tears welling up were real or just a part of the show. things weren’t the same. they weren’t the same. they had been drifting apart for months. the connection they once had—the one where she used to feel like she couldn’t breathe without him—was gone. she had forgotten what it felt like to need him. her heart wasn’t his anymore. it belonged to someone else. "you don’t care about me enough," she whispered, her voice breaking just enough to sound believable. "if you did, you’d fight for me. like you always said you would" she kept her gaze averted, because if she looked at him, she might see relief in his eyes. or worse—she might see heartbreak. "we lost each other," she murmured, letting the words settle in the air between them. those words were real. she swallowed hard before forcing herself to look at him. "i thought you were going to be my forever person," she said, wiping away a single tear as it slid down her cheek. "i was so wrong about you" her lips trembled as she took a step back. "bye, sawyer" her voice was soft, almost gentle. but the words were final. "we’re over" she wanted to scream. she wanted to make a scene, to take back control, to make this moment hers instead of letting it feel like something slipping through her fingers. but she didn’t. because deep down, she knew these words would have come from his mouth soon enough. "you’re going to regret this," she scoffed, shaking her head. "but I’m not the same anymore, right?" and with that, she turned and walked away.

#ft. sawyer bay

Axel’s smirk deepened as Lacey pulled away, her teasing words lingering in the air. She was so sure of herself, confident in a way that made everyone around her fall in line. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly as she bit her lip, then slid her arms around his neck. The way she looked at him, the way she spoke, it all hit him in a place he didn’t want to acknowledge, but couldn’t ignore. "He's such a cockblock though," Axel said with a chuckle, his voice low and steady. He didn’t care about him—he knew the score, knew that everything happening right now was between him and Lacey. Nothing else mattered. As she pressed the kiss to his jaw, Axel's pulse quickened, but he kept himself steady. He wasn't in the mood for games where anyone else mattered. She was right; for now, all that mattered was what was happening between them. "Don't worry," he teased, his voice a little rougher now, "I won’t bring him up again. But I can't promise I won't keep thinking about how good this felt tonight." When she pulled away, Axel let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "You’re really gonna leave me hanging like that?" he said with a smirk, though there was a dangerous edge behind his words. He had no intention of letting her pull away completely. His hands slid around her waist again, pulling her just enough so she couldn’t move too far. "You said not to pull you close, but..." His fingers lingered on the curve of her back, just enough to remind her of what they’d just shared. "You’re not gonna stop either, are you?" As her question about his plans tonight hung in the air, Axel met her gaze, his eyes dark with an unspoken challenge. "Plans tonight?" he repeated, leaning in just enough that she could feel his lips brush against her ear. "No. Not anymore. Why?"

being that close to axel was all lacey needed. she didn't need the world to stop—because when she was with him, everything else faded into the background. she wanted to be right there, arms wrapped around his neck, his holding onto her just as tightly. this was heaven. "he is," she nodded, not sparing another sweet word for sawyer. he wasn’t on her mind anymore. only axel was. when he promised to stop talking about her boyfriend but admitted he couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, lacey’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. "i hope you don’t forget it," she teased, looking up at him. "because it’s the best decision i’ve ever made." as she pulled away slightly, she playfully added, "maybe i do leave you hanging like that, just so you’re more willing to see me next time" but axel wasn’t having it. his hands slid around her waist again, pulling her closer like he couldn't help himself. "i would never stop you from pulling me closer," she whispered, her voice soft but sure. "and i mean it. i’m just trying to stop myself before we end up having to find another pair of clothes" she looked up at him with a playful smile, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "but maybe..." she trailed off, eyes flickering between his lips and his gaze, "we could just go out instead. i heard there’s this new mexican restaurant in the next city over..." lacey hesitated for a second before smiling. "we could go there together. make it a little date."

#ft. axel maddox.

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