Suri Nightingale
When Atlas pulls away and is no longer kissing me, I can only think of one thing – I've forgotten how to breathe.
It’s only when the pumping of the loud music sounding off in every inch of the room finally registered in my brain that I managed to let out the loudest exhale of my life and not a second later I sucked in a lungful of air, trying to get back all that oxygen I just lost kissing Atlas.
And then it hit me like a six-wheeler truck.
Holy f u c k. I kissed Atlas.
Atlas, the asshole who’s had it for me since before I even stepped foot in this place. Atlas, the d i c k head who has made it clear that he wants me gone and nowhere near him and his family. Atlas, the p e r v e r t whom I’ve caught eyeing me s e x u a l l y many times before.
And Atlas, the man
