Annalise>>>
Fuck! My thoughts were a mess—an incoherent tangle of desire and frustration. I had come here to talk, to clear my head, but the second Atlas stepped through that door, shirtless, damp, and looking like some untouchable god carved from stone, my resolve crumbled into dust. His eyes glowed beautifully in the dim room.
I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure, but it was no use. His dark, damp hair curled against his forehead, and every ripple of muscle glistened under the faint light like it was teasing me, daring me to reach out.
Goddess help me. Images of Atlas's large body towering over me flashed through my mind. His breath hitting every corner of my skin and his hands slowly tracing them made my insides throb painfully.
