I saw a sparkle in Atlas’s eyes when he saw the food I made. He took the knife and fork from me to start eating. He ate a lot this time, and I could tell he was starving. I stayed beside him and looked at him with my chin in my hand.

We locked eyes when he looked at me, asking, “Haven’t you seen enough of me? You have a talent for cooking, that’s for sure.”

I smiled. “Thanks!”

I got up to clean the dishes, but he stopped me and held my hand. “Let’s go for a walk. I can’t let that man beat me.”

I chuckled. “Get over it, okay? It was not that I had sex with him.”

“You did think about it, didn’t you?”

I laughed, and he kissed me hard. “You’re mine, okay?”

“Hey!” I pulled away and palmed my lip when he bit it.

“That should teach you a lesson.” He removed my hand and kissed me again. “Does it still hurt?”

I pouted. “Of course!”

After showering, he put on silk pajamas that looked great on him. They matched a long nightgown he had prepared for me, and I noticed they were a couple’s