Groaning, Atlas slumped into her body, resting his face in the crook of her neck. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to keep going and going with her until the sun came up.
"I want you," he murmured into her skin before rolling off of her, laying flat on his back to catch his breath. They had gotten so intense so fast. . . which might have been part of why he was so stuck on her. She made him excited. Made him feel something.
He sighed and sat up then. "Okay," he said, trying to hold himself back from smothering her with kisses again. "But you have to come back to the flat before you go. Oc will want to say goodbye, and I'm not letting you leave without that purse. I'm paying you back for the potion."