He lifts my head and with my chin between his fingers, he says, “I only want you.”
I blink.
“Me?” I whisper, hope blooming.
“Yeah, baby. Just you.” He smiles and kisses me.
I kiss him back with excitement. I want to trust him and believe this is real.
Little do I know, I’m about to find out the truth.
––––––––
ATLAS WAKES EARLY in the morning, jolting and waking me along with him.
He lets out a curse.
“Shit. I fell deep asleep.” He says kissing me on the forehead and leaping out of bed. “It’s the wedding day.”
I close my eyes, still mostly asleep, as I hear him turn on my shower. A minute later I roll onto my back and stare at the windows where early morning light is seeping through.
Wow.
Our love making last night was different. Erotic and yet intimate in a way I would never have expected from Atlas.
I don’t think I can let you go, Molly. I need you to know that.
Is this really happening?
I only want you.
I bite my lip and wonder if he could be the one. Perhaps it’s time to stop focusing on how Steve hurt me and deceived me.
Deceived all of us.
No man has ever made me feel like Atlas does. From the moment I met him and he took me on the flirtatious tour of his home, to fucking me like a ravage animal in the restroom at the winery and holding my hand on the beach as we talked about our lives.
I don’t think I want him to let me go either. I want to make love to him like we did last night. I want more chats on the beach and walking hand in hand. I want to see where this can go.
What if I did?
What if I trusted him and let another man love me? What if...so many what ifs.
But whatif.
Oh god. I think I might be falling in love with Atlas Montgomery.
I’m smiling.
Not terrified as I should be. Or have been. Not even Greg, who I think I should trust, made me smile and consider the possibilities of being in another relationship.
I scramble out of bed to join Atlas in the shower to tell him I don’t want him to let me go.
He’s going to be so happy.
Beep beep.
My foot almost lands on his phone which is lying on the floor next to his pants.