During the day, they (Lola, Atlas, Chacha, and Second) would spend time together doing anything they could think of: playing, strolling around the main town, anything that kept them under the sun — no phones, no work, no distractions.
But once night fell, and the twins were asleep, Lola would find herself in Atlas' arms. Since that night it first happened, and every night that followed, there wasn't a single night he let her go. Somehow, thanks to that, it began to feel more natural for them, and her body was slowly adapting to his insane stamina.
Just like tonight.
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In the small clearing near the family cabin, the men, including Baby, sat beneath the trees with grim expressions. They stared at the small cabin they had built overnight with dread; the bags under their eyes were dark and heavy.
