"Missed you too," Minerva admitted, smiling and she hesitated before letting him kiss her because she hadn't brushed her teeth after or eaten a mint. Atlas was already pressing his mouth against hers, and she relented and allowed him.
Her arms rested on his thighs and she closed her eyes as his fingers traced the outline of her jaw - the swell of her cheekbones. She tensed up when she felt his hands near her neck, but forced herself to relax.
Quiet, Minerva reached up and undid the scarf that covered the marks on the left side of her neck. They weren't red anymore, but more pink and little dots of puckered flesh.
"It doesn't hurt. Quite the opposite, actually," she murmured.