I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Emery’s POV

“And… done,” I groaned, throwing my pen down like it personally offended me. I stretched my arms over my head, spine cracking like bubble wrap. Atlas and I had been holed up in our apartment for what felt like forever working on this project, and I couldn’t be more thrilled to finally kiss it goodbye.

“You did well,” Atlas said, smiling, his hand propped under his chin as he watched me like I was his personal entertainment.

“Pilt.” I scoffed. “Look, I know we grew up as competitors, but even of it.” I paused, wrinkling my nose. “Okay, maybe 65 ish.”

my ego

won’t let

Ime lie to you-you did, like… 80 percent

Atlas let out a low laugh, and it was stupid how much I liked that sound.

His hand reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind my car, and suddenly I wasn’t thinking about the project anymore. Or class. Or literally anything except those ridiculous gray eyes of his and the way they pinned me in place like I was the only thing worth staring at.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” I muttered, my voice a little breathy as I squirmed under his gaze.

His smile widened, and yep, there they were. Those annoying, perfect dimples.

“Because you’re beautiful,” he said softly. “And forgive me if I can’t help but admire gorgeous things.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying…failing…to hide the grin tugging at my lips. “You are so cringey Lawson.”

He tilted his head, smug. “Yet, I spy a blush creeping up those pretty cheeks.”

“I’m not blushing!” I yelped, even though I could feel the heat blooming across my face.

He raised both hands in mock surrender, eyes dancing with amusement.

Mortified and needing a way out, I stood up too fast. “I’m gonna go get…uh…something.”

A

Before I could bolt, Atlas grabbed my hand, gently, but firm enough to stop me, and pulled me straight into his lap.

“Atlas,” I said, my voice hitching as I landed awkwardly on him, my hands pressed to his chest.

“Don’t go,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around me. His lips grazed the skin just below my ear, warm and soft, and my whole body basically froze. “Stay a bit.”

God, I really should say no.

But do I love that he’s completely obsessed with me?

Yeah. Just a little….okay big lie. I freaking love it.

“But we’ve literally been together all day,” I said, trying to sound annoyed, even though I was already melting into him.

“Never enough,” he said without missing a beat, pulling me closer like I was his favorite hoodie.

Then he leaned in, brushing his nose against my temple. “I want to have you every single day… every single minute. I want to hold you, kiss you…” His voice dipped to a whisper. “Do dirty things with you.”

“Atlas,” I gasped, half-laughing, half-groaning, then shrieked when he suddenly started tickling me.

“Stop stop!” I twisted in his arms, breathless from laughter, trying to break free. “You’re the worst!”

Chapter 98

Atlas was there.

Standing just outside the door, hands tucked into his jacket, holding another in one arm. His nose was a little pink from the cold, his hair tousled like he’d been waiting for a while.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, voice low and warm like a familiar song… I had made

my

favourite.

I blinked. “Don’t tell me you were actually waiting for me?” I teased, it

But he smiled…that smile, and said, “I was.”

keep it light.

And just like that, my heart went full gymnast again. Triple flips. No safety mat. He stepped forward, wordless, and draped the jacket over my shoulders like it was nothing. Like he didn’t even realize how intimate that felt.

“Come on,” he murmured. “Let’s get you inside. Everyone’s already in bed.”

We walked in together. No words. Just this stupid, loud silence that only existed in my chest.

Do you love him?

No.

No, I don’t.

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