I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Atlas POV

I want to kiss her. Would it be weird if I just… kissed her? God, can I please just kiss her?

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The question kept looping in my head while I stared into her green eyes, those damn eyes I could get lost in forever and never want to be found. Then her gaze dipped to my mouth, slow like she was daring me.

My heart did a full-on backflip.

She smiled, all soft and dangerous, and it took everything in me to step back instead of closing the distance and ruining both of our lives in the best way.

“Let’s…. get you in bed,” I said, voice rough, like my throat had been dragged over gravel.

Her smile widened. “Okay, mister.”

I guided her into my room with my hand at her waist, barely touching, like I didn’t trust myself. She flopped onto my bed like it belonged to her, legs ungraceful, hair a little messy, eyes bght in that tipsy way that made my chest tighten.

I spun toward the closet fast, needing distance, needing to breathe, needing to not stare at the way the slit of her dress revealed her thigh and more. I rummaged blindly until my fingers closed around a soft black T-shirt, one of mine, big enough to swallow her. When I turned back, she was already watching me. Not just watching.

Devouring.

Her eyes dragged over me slow, chest, arms, mouth, back to my eyes, like she was peeling every layer of clothing off me with her mind. I bit the inside of my cheek hard, like pain was gonna magically turn me into a reasonable human being

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I cleared my throat, because my voice was about to do something embarrassing, and walked over with the black shirt in y hand.

“Here,” I said, holding it out to her. My tone came out too rough, so I tried again failed. “Put this on.”

For some reason, I couldn’t look her in the eye. Not because I wishy, because if I did, I’d forget how to be good

She smiled like she knew that. And then she stood up. And in one swift move, the unzipped her dress. Before i process it, she was standing there in nothing but a black lace brand black thoug

Oh, I’m gonna fucking lose my mind.

I spun around immediately. Too fast. Like the flour might be a plates. I was my prezentare di pond,

Behind me. I heard her chuckle, amused and sof

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Shit.

I swallowed hard. “You… can’t?”

Her breath hitched the second I got behind her.

I lifted my hands, hesitated, because touching her after ten years felt like stepping onto something I’d been starving for. My knuckles brushed her skin. She inhaled sharply.

So did I.

My throat went dry instantly.

My hands were shaking bad when I reached for the clasp. Finger clumsy, brushing her skin too much she sellest e warm vanilla, something floral, and that underlying heat that’s ther

My traitor eyes dropped to the nape of her neck, smooth, valable. I wanted to lean press my south shere hartamas, just enough to make her gasp punish her for turning me into the wreck. My dick was ruling newly gra my boxers

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“Don’t,” I breathed, my forehead dipping like I couldn’t hold myself upright. “Please.”

My pulse was loud in my ears. My body felt hot and wired and completely out of my control. If she turned even the slightest, I was gonna lose my shit and every self-control I had tossed away in a second.