If I stay any longer, it'll be dangerous. I might really not be able to leave. His presence radiates heat, filling every corner of the room, every gap seems fully occupied.
Charlotte Miller turned and wrapped her arm around Atlas Hallow's neck, whispering softly: "I really have something to do, I can't just let Mommy think I've forgotten her instructions just because I'm married, right?"
Being coquettish has never been her forte, so even she felt awkward doing it.
Perhaps there's an inherent difference in perception between men and women.
What she found awkward, Atlas Hallow seemed to find incredibly enticing, like he couldn't resist.
Beneath him, she lowered her gaze, her long lashes trembling.
She still gets shy; even in the most intimate moments, she cannot make eye contact with him when they are this close together.
