"What do you think of the idea of sharing the bed tonight?"
What did Lola think? — WOW!
But her face squeezed in the middle as if disgusted by the idea. She could've sworn this was not what her heart desired; it didn't disgust her at all. It was just her facial muscles betraying her, and she was trying to keep them under control.
"Sleep with me tonight," Atlas casually offered his hand to her while she stared at him blankly. "Slater locked the bedroom, and knowing him, he'll be sleeping with the children."
"Ah?" Again, Lola blinked. She hadn't heard anything he said.
He frowned slightly. "Come now."
"..." She blinked and blinked again, still trying to piece together what he had just said. "There's more room in here, right?"
Right?
The angel on her shoulder suddenly poofed into existence. This is your place. Of course, there are other rooms in here! How can you ask that, like it's not your home?
