“What do you want?” Myra asked in a stern voice.
“I’m sorry for the other night.”
“I heard that already.” She was already turning away.
“I want you Myra. You.”
She stopped and then turned around again, deciding this would be the last time she would be doing so.
She could be resting or having fun at Greg’s house, or hell, even plotting with him.
“Have you considered that I don't want you?” She raised an eyebrow at him, and for a few seconds he looked defeated and then he said.
“You have not even tried.”
“What’s the incentive?"
“Me.” He said so confidently, so matter-of-factly it drew a laugh out of her and at first his face was shaped like he was about to get offended, but then he smiled and drew close.
“I am good for you. I could be good for you.”
“Which is it, Atlas?” She was
