He'd never taken a trip with a girl before, but then again, he'd done a lot of things with Minerva he'd never done before. Care about someone, fight to keep a girl, want to be around her all the time. . . it was all so new.
So far, their trip together had been great, though he was dreading his trip to the priest the next day. Seeing her moaning on the bed, being pleasured by some mechanical thing. . . had done things to him. He loved the way she looked when she came, and being able to sit back and watch her whole body was a fascinating experience, but he wasn't entirely pleased that she thought she still needed the vibrator. Why use that, when he would always be around for her, except for a few days a month?
Yes, he was jealous of a little vibrator, but to him it was perfectly logical. Minerva was his. . . at least, he wanted her to be. It felt like she was, even though nothing was really official. But he didn't want to think about it. The sun had gone down and the streets were cold, and he had her there, walking with him.
"It is," Atlas said, kissing the back of her hand and drawing her close as they slowly walked down the street. "We should do it more often. Go on walks, take trips, that sort of thing."