[Warning: This chapter contains mature themes and implied sexual content. Open with caution.]
Meanwhile…
"Hah—wait!" Lola gasped, her back hitting the door as it closed behind them. Atlas was on her in an instant, caging her against it with his arms.
They had barely stepped inside when his lips claimed hers. His deep, uneven breaths mingled with hers, warm against her mouth. He had just brushed her straps off her shoulders when she pressed a palm flat against his chest.
He paused, drawing his head back slightly. "Why?" he asked first, his low voice vibrating beneath her hand. His gaze dropped to her chest, watching it rise and fall with each heavy breath.
Lola let out a shaky exhale, then giggled as she looped her arms around his neck. "Nothing," she said. "I just needed a breath."
