"Maybe later," she told Atlas, winking at him. It felt so nice to have him embrace her, the smell of him now familiar to her. Minerva was finding herself thinking about Atlas quite often since their night together, which didn't happen to her too much. Once in a blue moon a guy could get under her skin, otherwise Minerva just liked sex. Plain and simple.
Which is why her and Jamie were such good friends.
Minerva frowned, for the scratch on his hand looked like an animal had gotten him. "Have you put ointment on it? I don't want it to get infected," she asked, then smiled up at him. "Of course you are a big, strong man which is why I can't stop thinking about our night together," she murmured, and then he drew her in close.
She breathed out in a happy sigh. "Mmmm, I thought you might like to lounge around in front of the fire," she told him, wanting to preen at his compliment. "But we'll have to behave as our house elf is here and he is very loyal to my father," she advised, though she leaned in and brushed her lips against his.