"I'll sleep on the couch," Atlas said with a small grin. "Keep my hands to myself all night. Promise."
He sighed and shook his head. He knew it was probably hopeless to want her to stay the night. "How about this," he said then, touching her neck gently. "We'll get a blanket and go upstairs. I happen to know how to get up on the roof, and there is a fabulous view from up there. We can go sit and talk. Then you can go home."