~María José's Point Of View~
I wasn't anticipating Axel's visit even though a part of me was wishing and yearning for him. I hadn't actually thought he'd materialize by my door… with Luis Miguel in the least.
How on earth did those two even know each other? Luis Miguel and Axel? The difference was so broad, it didn't click.
Anyway, what was all that about?
Why was Axel saying it wasn't him who came over to our place to profess his undying love for Rosa, shamed me, and fucked my sister?
Was that it? He'd lie and deny it all after commuting such
As Axel stood there, I couldn't shake the memories of everything that had happened between us. Every moment, every touch, and every heated word we exchanged seemed to replay in my mind with the clarity of a well-worn film.
I remember the first time Axel laid a hand on me… so tender yet so intense, as if he were claiming something that didn't belong to him.
