Jayvaughn's voice, raw with desperation, was muffled against Axel's hair. "Baby, I'm sorry."
Axel froze completely. The sudden, desperate pressure of the embrace, coupled with that single whispered apology, shocked him into immobility. He stood stiffly for a few seconds, the clothes he needed for the shower still clutched in his injured arm. His resolve, which had been so firm moments ago, wavered dangerously.
Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet and strained. "Jayvaughn, let me go. I need to breathe, you're squeezing me too tight."
Jayvaughn lessened the pressure he is putting in his arms, but somehow he was still pulling Axel closer, his body shaking slightly with suppressed emotion. "No," he quickly replied, his chin resting on Axel's shoulder. "I won't until you forgive me. You have to promise me that you're going to forgive me, I don't want to keep fighting with you."
