I heard Atlas leaving the room. Then I heard voices outside the door, the door closing, and someone walking back in.

"Don't you feel suffocated?" Atlas's voice sounded again. I slowly lifted the corner of the blanket to find him looking down at me from above, his smile radiant. He looked handsome in a different way.

Was this still the calm and reserved Atlas I knew?

He pulled me and the blanket toward him, holding me in his arms. I felt my heart racing. "Hey… what are you doing?"

I struggled to breathe with him so close and his handsome face coming closer.

Suddenly, I remembered the wild and passionate kiss we shared on the riverbank last night. It was utterly embarrassing. People could be reckless when drunk.

His stare was intense. "You’re overthinking. Relax! I’d never take advantage of an unconscious person. I helped you out of your clothes and showered you. You were too stinky after vomiting."

My head spun from embarrassment. What did I do last night? Was I the one who had b