ATLAS' POV
Suddenly the cold night didn’t matter. My guilt didn’t matter. My fear didn’t matter.
All I could think about was her.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I lifted my hand and knocked.
Once.
Twice.
Silence.
My heart hammered so hard it physically hurt. I almost stepped back. I almost walked away like a coward, like I’m sure I’d done a hundred times before.
But then—
The door opened.
Willow stood there. For some reason, she looked different tonight.
Small. Barefoot. And dare I say… soft. She stood there wrapped in an oversized sweater like she’d dragged herself out of bed. Her hair was a sleepy mess around her shoulders, and her eyes…
Goddess…
Her eyes weren’t angry. They weren’t sharp. They weren’t cold.
They were tired. Heavy. Soft in a way I didn’t deserve to s
