Too soon their kissing became deeper, more urgent and Minerva was already aroused enough to want to throw caution to the wind - tear of Atlas' shirt and have him fuck her right on the roof top. She had to stop it before it went that far...
Sucking hard on his bottom lip, Minerva kissed him hard and tongue filled before pulling away. Her breath was short and sharp, and she looked up at him with remorse.
"We have to stop. I should go home now," she murmured, hating to be the one to put on the breaks, but he needed to know that she meant business about not staying the night. About him needing to think things over.