Normally, Lola would be panting and falling asleep right after countless rounds of passion. But tonight, she simply… couldn't fall asleep.
Lying on the bed with barely a sheet over her bare body, she lifted her hand in front of her. Her lips stretched softly as the faint light slipping through the slightly open curtain fell on her fingers. The ring looked rather simple, carved with tiny markings she hadn't fully examined yet. But in her eyes, it was one of the most beautiful things she owned. Perhaps the most valuable of all.
Beside her lay Atlas, his arm stretched under her head like a pillow. For a quiet moment, he studied her side profile. Her lips curled, showing her teeth, and her eyes shimmered brighter than the ring itself.
"Do you like it?" he asked after a while.
Lola glanced at him, then giggled, rolling onto her side. She draped her leg over his body, the sheet rustling with her movement.
"I love it," she giggled. "I think it's very pretty."
