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He loved me. He had to. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.
This could go one of two ways, but I knew what I wanted, and I would risk anything and everything for him. I knew I had wanted him when we parted ways at the coffee shop yesterday morning. I realized that it was more than just desire and lust that I felt for him.
I had fallen for him in the weeks that we had spent together, and I don’t care if it was fast or ‘too soon’; all I knew was that I didn’t want a life without him in it anymore.
I stopped within inches of him and pushed myself up onto my knees. I gripped his face with my hand and tilted his head up to mine. I was shaking, my hands trembling against his cheeks, but I sucked in a breath and fell into his eyes like I always did.
I expected him to push me away.
I expected him to turn around and walk out of my apartment and life forever.
“Fuck it.” He breathed, and then his mouth crashed onto mine, devouring me whole. One of my hands slid to the back of his neck to support me, and the other still caressed his cheek. His strong arm wrapped around my waist, the other cradling the back of my head, and he pulled me into him. Tongues twined together, teeth clacking against each other as we kissed in a frenzied heat—as we kissed like we hadn’t kissed in months. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my blood running hot; he tasted like a guilty pleasure. I melted into his arms and moaned into the kiss.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and I whimpered at the loss of his warm lips on mine. I was still cold and soaking wet from my clothes.
“We can’t do this anymore.” He shook his head, releasing me, and pressed his lips into a thin line.
I understood the hard truth. That this was never going to last between us. Not while I still worked for Charlotte. I looked into his eyes. I could feel the fire burning behind mine, and I wouldn’t give him up without a fight. Not if I could help it.
“We can, and we will.” I leaned in, moving my mouth to his neck, and started kissing him, biting down lightly.
“Fuck, Chyler, I can’t.” He sighed and fisted his hands at his sides.
I pulled back and slid my hands down the back of his arms, staring deeply into his eyes.
“Atlas, I’ll do anything—be—anything you need me to. Don’t do this.” He dragged a hand up my back and caressed the back of my neck, tangling his fingers in my matted and wet strands.
“I don’t need you to change for me. I want you just the way you are.” And with that, his mouth locked back onto mine as he gently laid me back on the bed.
Pulling back, he unzipped and shrugged off his jacket, followed by tugging his shirt from the back, pulled it over his head, and dropped it to the floor. I struggled to get out of my wet clothes. Everything was stuck to me, and the cool air on my wet skin was causing me to shiver. I didn’t even notice the cold until now.
Atlas chuckled lightly and leaned back down, helping me out of my jacket, pulling down the straps of my bodysuit, and kissing each shoulder as he pulled the straps down my arms. When both of my arms were free, I threaded my fingers through his hair as his lips trailed a path down my collarbone to my exposed chest. I moaned at the warmth of his mouth on my cold skin.
He continued to slide the bodysuit down my body and stopped once my breasts were released from it. My nipples were already hard and peaked from the cool air. I sucked in a breath as his warm mouth caressed my nipple and began to suck and tease it.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He murmured, his tongue drawing lazy circles around my nipple as he lightly tugged on it with his teeth before moving to the other, giving it just as much attention. He brought his hand up and massaged my breast with his palm, the warmth and friction from his skin causing my blood to heat and warm my body.
Tugging on the strands of his hair, I pull him up to face me.
“Atlas, I—”
“Shh, stop. You don’t have to.” He cut me off and searched my eyes. “You don’t have to say it.” I could feel the tears building behind my eyes, and I nodded, dropping my head down to the pillows and staring up at the ceiling. I wanted to say it; the words had been burning in the back of my throat since this afternoon. The thought of losing him after he caught me forced the realization that I was in love with him. I was in love with Atlas.
Blowing out a breath, he pulled himself up and rested his elbows on either side of my head; his face was so close our noses touched.
“Chy, It’s not that I don’t feel the same way. Clearly, I do. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here right now.” He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. “I just don’t want you to say it if you don’t truly mean it.”
I slid my hands up between us and cupped his cheeks in my hands.
No more games. This was real, and I had every intention of keeping him. Whatever it took. I was no longer afraid of surrendering every piece of me to him. I was his.
“I love you, Atlas.” I breathed, staring up at his closed eyes. He was quiet for a moment, and I couldn’t help but silently beg him to open them, to look at me with his brilliant heterochromatic eyes.
The storm was still raging outside, the rain battering the window and the lightning flashing through the room like a strobe light. The thunder rumbled and vibrated the bedroom walls; it was soothing and calming. I rubbed his cheeks with my thumbs, my hands shaking slightly. Mere seconds passed by, but it felt significantly longer as he finally opened his eyes, and I could see the fire blazing behind them.
“I love you, Chy. I’ve loved you since the night we first met…”
Those words from him were all it took. They were what broke the dam that held back my tears, my vision blurring from them as they trailed down the sides of my face. He was perfect, and he was mine. I’d do anything—give anything, for him.
