For a second, Lola's mind went black as her body turned rigid. She stared at the divinity before her in sheer horror.
As far as she could remember, she slept on her side and even tucked herself tightly into the thick blanket. But now, she was clinging to him like she wanted to be one. Her head was resting on his arm, her arm was curled around his body, and one leg was tangled between his thighs while the other was draped over his.
Panic slowly surged into her blank mind, and without thinking, she took immediate action. Lola pulled her arms and legs from him. But just as she began to pull away, Atlas's grip around her frame tightened.
"What the—" she froze as he didn't budge.
At the same time, Atlas partially opened his eyes. His gaze instantly locked with hers, the corners of his mouth curling up.
"Morning," came out in his coarse voice as he closed his eyes once more. "Slept well?"
Lola puffed her cheeks, keeping her mouth closed as tightly as she could.
