Sabrina's POV
Atlas has fallen asleep with his face against the cool glass of the window during the drive to my apartment. I asked Brett to keep the music low as not to disturb him, and I spend most of the time looking out the window, wondering how I'm going to explain to Dylan why my boss is in our place at four in the morning.
Atlas keeps mumbling in his sleep, but I can't make out what he's saying. Every few minutes I look over at him to make sure he hasn't vomited on himself. I'm sure Brett wouldn't appreciate a mess on the back seat.
When the car comes to a stop out the front of the apartment building, Atlas doesn't move a muscle. Getting him inside quietly isn't going to be an easy task.
Brett opens my door for me and offers to help get Atlas upstairs. It takes a lot of strength
