[WARNING: This chapter contains mature content. Proceed with caution.]
Lola should've just kept her mouth shut. She should've bitten her tongue until it bled, because now his voice kept echoing in her head like a broken record.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes, he was interested in her as a woman. And now, in the dim light, Lola's face was beet red. Her body felt hotter than usual, but she blamed it on the blanket she was hiding under.
Ah… goodness.
Lola mentally clicked her tongue and hissed. She wanted to sleep! But now, she couldn't. How could she sleep when just behind her was… Atlas? A person who, out of nowhere, was interested in her.
She wanted to assume it was a phase. After all, compared to before, Lola had taken care of herself these past few years. In her eyes, she might not be the prettiest, but she knew she looked decent enough to hold on to the little confidence she had been building for years.
