"Oh I definitely think I've caught on," he smirked, pulling one leg over her body when she pulled him down on top of her.
It was nice, being up on the roof with her, kissing her. Almost. . . romantic. Atlas didn't want to think of word. He didn't let people in, especially not women. Women were for fucking and forgetting. But this one was different, somehow. He was always thinking about her, and he really didn't mind it.
He allowed his hand to roam over her just a bit, up and down her sides. . . across her stomach, but he restrained himself from slipping his hand under her shirt, or moving it up to caress her lovely breasts. He had been afraid lately that he would never have this with her again after what had happened, so he was just happy to be able to kiss her again.