"By the way, that... Ava Walker shouldn't be in any trouble, right?" After all, she saw Ava lying on the ground quite seriously, but surely she wouldn't die from the fall?
"Seems like she's okay, just a few bones broke." Atlas Hallow's kisses were lingering, sucking on her beautiful collarbone. He loved her collarbone, so distinct it seemed like it could hold a pool of clear water.
"That's good. Did things go smoothly for you? If they did, can I make a small request?" Charlotte Miller pushed Atlas away; she dared not get too cozy with him on the sofa again because it always ended in trouble. Even though she disliked Ava, she wouldn't wish her dead.
"What kind of request?" He was curious to hear what request would make her choose these words—was he really that difficult to deal with?
