Every single time you thought you were done, you would end up right back at his apartment

Axton was just an old friend from college. That's what you always said. But you saw his disheveled look as he laid passed out drunk on the ground. As a detective, the sight would never have bothered you before

you pick up the wine from beside him and trace the outline of his body like you would at any other scene

"What are you doing"

his eyes barely open as his words come out slurred

His hand clasps around your wrists. He just wants to be sure that he isn’t making you up in his mind