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Axel said. “I believe you.”
    West couldn’t quite repress a shiver as he quickly put his shirt back on. He was blushing all the way down to his belly.
    There was no reason for him to be so freaked out. Axel didn’t know him, or what had happened to him. All Axel had needed was to know West was what he claimed to be.
    But I’m not, and that’s the real reason I’m ashamed.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    It was so not cool to curl up in a ball like the biggest chickenshit on the planet, especially not when the sexiest man he’d ever seen was watching him. It was even less cool to make the guy so obviously uncomfortable. West was clearly blushing—Axel could even see it with just the moonlight aiding his vision.
    And he also could see that West was seriously, seriously a stud. And not a zombie.
    That blush meant he was either really shy or—Axel dismissed the possibility of West being very unexperienced. There was no way a guy who looked as handsome as West couldn’t have gotten a lot of play.
    The way that West averted his gaze now, the ruddy stripes on his cheeks, all piled more guilt onto Axel. He hadn’t meant to be an ass.
    “I’m sorry.” Then something occurred to him. “You seem really accepting of me saying I’ve seen zombies.”
    West put his shirt back on before answering. “You need help. I’m not going to argue with you.”
    Axel narrowed his. “I need help like as in, I’m crazy?”
    West shrugged. “Think I am half the time, so I wouldn’t presume to judge. Zombies… There’s weird stuff in the world, you know. Maybe someone’s pranking you, though. Or maybe there’s zombies.” Again, he kept his gaze turned away.
    Axel didn’t know if he was lying, super shy, or what. Did it really matter? At this point, probably not. West wasn’t a zombie, and Axel felt a little better just not being alone.
    West came closer and held out a hand. “Can I help you up now?”
    He still wasn’t looking Axel in the eyes. It made him feel like he’d somehow insulted the man unjustly. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.” Axel put his hand in West’s.
    West’s hand was slightly smaller than his, the skin cool and dry with calluses beneath each finger on his palm. Despite the coolness of his touch, warmth zipped through Axel.
    West was strong, too, pulling Axel easily to his feet.
    Axel hissed and hopped on his left foot. “Shit!”
    “Ankle?” West asked, releasing his hand and instead sliding his arm around Axel’s waist.
    Axel was so distracted by the way arousal was pinging all through his body that he didn’t realize West had repeated the question until West waved a hand in front of his face.
    “Hey, are you okay?” West asked.
    It was Axel’s turn to blush as he cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. I just…er, was thinking.”
    “About your ankle?”
    Axel wiggled it slightly. “Ouch. Fuck. Yes. I don’t even remember hurting it.”
    West chuckled. There was a nervous quality to the sound that made it endearing. And Axel was having seriously weird things going on in his head if he thought anything was endearing. He sounded like his grandma.
    “It’s probably the adrenaline,” West said. “Can make you feel like Superman until you come down from it.”
    “I wouldn’t look good in tights, and I prefer to wear my underwear under my clothes instead of outside them.” Axel decided to test the waters with West. “When I bother to wear any at all.”
    Those ruddy stripes appeared instantly. West’s gaze skittered away. The man was either Axel reconsidered his earlier belief that West had to have plenty of sexual experience. He could be wrong about that after all.
    And apparently, he was going to have to apologize again, because West still wouldn’t look at him.
    Axel sighed. “Look, man, I’m being an asshole. It’s been a bad day, but that’s no excuse.”
    “I-it’s okay,” West said. “I just…” He bit his bottom lip and Axel nearly came in his pants despite his ankle hurting. It was