"You're mine now. Remember that."
Lola's head spun as she stared at him with wide eyes. But as if Atlas had expected it, he lowered his head and simply planted another soft kiss on her lips.
"Breakfast is ready. I'll take it here," he said. "The children are playing outside, so don't worry about them for now. Rest."
Having said that, he stole another kiss from the paralyzed Lola before leaving. Meanwhile, she stared at the ceiling with blank eyes. When she finally recovered, she shot the door a quick look.
"La—last night… he and me—" she gasped, wanting to cover her mouth, but her arms were just too weak. "Does that mean…"
All that she remembered… were not just dreams?
And to make it more shocking, they went at it all night. After all, her dream ended when she glimpsed the sky slowly turning brighter blue at the very last straw of her consciousness.
If Lola were standing, her jaw would've hit the floor.
