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Imagine snuggling with Axl after a stressful day at work.
You moaned as you took a deep puff of your cigarette. The smoke filled your lungs, it felt good. You could finally forget about the many rude customers you'd faced in just one shift. All the young men who kept on slapping your ass because of how short your waitress uniform was. If only they knew who your boyfriend was.
You'd many times considered telling Axl how you were treated at work, yet you knew he'd lose his fucking mind if he knew what guys were saying about his girlfriend.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning Y/N," Your coworker said as she walked out the backdoor which you were standing beside and walked down the sketchy alley which at some point led you to the main street.
Luckily for you, your boyfriend had allowed you to come over to his house whenever you'd done a late-night shift, plus; he only lived five minutes away from the shitty diner you worked at.
You put out the cigarette under your black boots, grabbed your bag, and began walking.
The frigid Los Angeles air violently whipped your brown hair from your face. It was chilly and dark. All you needed was a shower. A long hot shower to wash away the fried smell at the diner. And you needed Axl. Not sexually, you just needed to be around Axl, because the only time you ever truly felt safe and free was in Axl's grip.
You could already imagine how your night would end. Watching a movie, falling asleep with each other. There was nothing you enjoyed more than Axl's company.
