That wild, icy stare was drilling holes in me. Atlas was standing right next to us, mostly closer to me. He’s got his arms crossed in front of his chest and he looks decidedly pissed off, almost seconds from putting his hands on me.
For a few seconds, I let myself think of what would happen if he did that right here, in public, where all eyes were on us.
Would he grab me by the neck like he has done before? Spin me around in mere seconds, making me abruptly hit his chest and then aggressively push my head onto his shoulder?
But most importantly, why the hell am I even thinking that and why in god’s name are those thoughts turning me on?
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The devil in the black leather jacket demanded, his eyes burning through me and his face inches away fro
