Fingers trace down my cheek and, in my sleepy haze, I grab the hand and snuggle into it before I go dead still in realization. I turn, still holding on to his hand, and look up at Atlas leaning over my bed. With a near scream ripping out my throat, I kick him hard in the stomach, but he is faster than me, dodging my kick and moving back a few steps. “What. The. f**k. Atlas!”
He narrows his eyes at me. “I need you to get dressed and come with me. Now.”
I look at my phone, seeing it’s two in the morning. “No. Not without you giving me a damn good reason why you’re in my room.”
He simply waits, staring me down. “Atlas.”
“There is a party going on, and my brother is there. We need to be there,” he explains, sounding more pissed off by the second. “He wasn’t impressed to find me there alone
