My eyes widened as Atlas locked the door and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Won’t you at least take me on a date first?” I blurted as the shirt pooled at his feet, revealing his chiseled chest and packs.

“Do you…” I swallowed, stepping forward and reaching to squeeze it. “Spend all your time at the gym?”

He pulled me and I gasped as I collided with his chest. He shoved his hand in his pockets and pulled out a ribbon, casually tying my hair into a bun.

“Atleast, you’re not into hairpulling,” I joked and he rolled his eyes.

I stared at him for a few seconds, my eyes tracing...