Despite Lola's reluctance, she had to force herself out of bed and act like she wasn't planning on making a quick visit to the clinic today. But even when she was playing, pretending, she couldn't help but take constant peeks at Atlas.
Before breakfast, during breakfast, and even now that they were done, she peeked—more like secretly stalked him whenever he wasn't looking.
"Was it really... just a dream?" She mumbled to herself as she placed her plate in the sink. She winced. "Damn it."
His lips are so soft... and I feel like I can feel them on mine.
Even the sensation on her lips lingered, making her lick and bite them quietly. She sighed once more, rinsing her plate before throwing it in the dishwasher. But just as Lola reached for the hand towel and turned around, her breath stopped in her throat.
There, standing at the end of the counter, was Atlas.
She blinked, then blinked again, side-eyeing the exit. When her eyes landed on him, an awkward voice came out of her.
