The low temperature in the room was felt against her skin, yet in this close proximity to Atlas, it felt less like cold and more like cold against heat.
She stared at him, and he simply nodded at her, her mouth parting in disbelief and dismay. Why did he have to nod like that? As if he was confirming that the feel of his wood against her leg was a natural fact between them?
"God," Lola closed her eyes and lowered her head, her hands gripping his bare shoulders. When she looked up, a shallow breath escaped her. "I honestly don't know if I should apologize for falling, or you should for suddenly reaching out. Either way, you told me just not long ago that you'd never misunderstand me, right? I hope you don't misunderstand this. I didn't mean to land right here."
Atlas kept his eyes on her, his fingertips briefly brushing her arm. She flinched, but then he raised her hand to show her bracelet.
