MADELINE'S POV
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I shouldn't have been surprised, but I am as my eyes flit open and I find myself in Atlas bed. Again, I scurry out, tossing the duvet off me. Standing, I spin on my heel, glaring at him, "You have to stop this." It feels incredibly wrong to sleep peaceful in his bed, to wake up feeling rested, to not even feel when he picks me up from the couch and carry me to the bed.
How do I not wake up?
Why don't I wake up?
Shouldn't I be feeling more restless knowing that's exactly what he does every single night?
He stares at me, arm bent under his pillow, the blanket resting low on his hips. I'm trying my very best not to cave into the temptation of glancing at how perfectly Atlas is built. "I'm the kind of man that physically can't let their Luna sleep uncomfortable." He sit
