being friends, and I enjoyed kissing you. I think it would be nice to have both.” Truthfully, what I really want is intimacy without the expectation of sex, but I think intimacy might be a word that would send him hurtling for the door. Atlas slides down the bed until his head is on my pillow, crossing his ankles and drawing my attention to his feet. He’s wearing mismatched socks. I look away, because that will drive me crazy if I stare at them for too long. When I look down at his face, his dark eyes are already on mine. “I don’t know. Still seems like a bad idea. I don’t want you to fall in
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