ATLAS' POV.
I stood there long after Willow stormed out on me, my cheek still stinging from her slap, my chest tight with something I couldn’t name.
What the hell had I just done?
What the hell had she just done to me?
My hand slowly rose to my cheek. It burned. But not nearly as badly as the ache spreading in my chest.
I replayed the last minute over and over in my head—the way she threatened me, the way she counted, the way her eyes looked at me like she hated me… and the moment I snapped.
The moment I kissed her.
And stars, I could still feel it—the taste of her, the heat of her lips, the jolt that tore through me like my body had been asleep all my life and she was the first shock of life.
My wolf was pacing inside me, restless and growling.
"Why did she walk away?"
I didn’t
