Aksel Jensen

Aksel had been midway through re-building the nest—again. The comforter was tugged into a rough crescent near the headboard, propped up with extra pillows stolen from the guest bed. But now, your side of the closet hung slightly open, half-empty, with at least three shirts and a pair of joggers tangled up in the pile like fluffy trophies.\nHis cheeks flushed instantly when he heard your footsteps.\