MADELINE'S POV
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Heat spreads across my back, but not the kind a warm fire brings, or when the sun toasts me, but real, human, intimate heat. Atlas arms come around from behind, and it's revolting to know he's doing this on purpose. "Is this necessary?" I grit out. It's uncomfortable to have him so close, to feel him pressed up against me. "Stop whining like a pup," He growls into my ear, my spine snapping rigid as the heat of his breath fans the shell.
His hands slide up my arms, cupping my hands, "Relax your hands and let the weight fall on me," His instructions are clear, easy even, but for some reason, I don't comprehend it correctly, leaning into him. Atlas chuckles, the sound taunting as I realize my mistkae, "Sorry," I murmur, shaking my head to clear the fog off my brain as I
