ATLAS' POV.
I felt her before I saw her. The warmth of her body, the faint scent of her and the fire lingering on her skin, and that pull… the pull that made my chest tighten and my pulse stutter.
The cabin was warm, cozy, lit only by the soft glow of a fire that crackled in the hearth. And inside it was just us. Just her and me. Willow.
“Atlas…” she whispered, her voice low, teasing, a little breathless.
I closed the distance between us, my hands brushing against her arms, memorizing the curve of her body, the soft warmth of her skin. “Yeah?” My voice was rough, husky, almost swallowed by the crackling fire.
She leaned closer, eyes dark with challenge. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
I swallowed hard. “All the time. I haven’t… been able to stop. You have no idea.”
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