Atlas smirked and moved in on her, pinning her gently against the door and leaning in to kiss softly at her jawline and neck. "I'm sorry, love," he said. "Sounds like a rough day."
Pulling back, he took her hand and smiled. "Why don't you come sit on the couch with me, I'll rub your feet or your back, or whatever else it is you need rubbing."
He sent her a wink before dropping her hand and heading over to the couch to get comfortable. She wasn't acting as if anything was up, so why was he still nervous?