When Atlas returned to the bedroom, a large hill was mounded on the other side of the bed. Lola had hidden herself inside the blanket, leaving his side without one. He shook his head and placed the glass of water on her side table.
"Drink before you sleep," he said quietly before heading away to get himself a new blanket.
As for Lola, she winced under the blanket. She heard his voice and listened to his quiet footsteps as he left. Not long after, the added weight on the other side of the bed pressed on it.
Damn it...
She let out a shallow breath, not moving an inch, as she felt a slight movement on the other side.
What am I even doing?
Thinking about her current situation, she did another slight head shake. Slowly, she let her body relax on the bed as the quietness and stillness enveloped her. The movements on her side were gone, and there wasn’t the slightest noise that could be heard in the room.
It was pure silence.
Is he asleep? She wondered, glancing in his direction. She didn’t dare peek, though; it was too risky.
For a while, Lola just suffocated herself under the blanket. She lay on her stomach, her face turned to the other side, and her hands near her face. Pursing her lips, another heavy sigh escaped her.
He’s probably asleep now, she told herself, and with that thought, the remaining stiffness in her muscles began to subside. It wasn’t the first time they slept together in the same bed. But this was the first time she was aware and very sober.
I got too distracted by him that I completely forgot the rest that happened earlier, before all of this.
Slowly, Lola adjusted her position under the blanket.
Melissa... Hudson...
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Did she... get me drugged that night?
That wasn’t impossible. If Melissa didn’t have a problem pulling Lola’s life support in her previous life, that woman wouldn’t have a problem hiring someone to drug her and do whatever she wanted with Lola.
Thinking about it brought a frown to Lola’s face, her hand balling into a tight fist. Just thinking about it infuriated her in a way she could never put into words.
"That witch..." she hissed and intuitively pulled the blanket down, temporarily forgetting that she was currently bedsharing with Atlas. The blanket was already pulled down when she realized who was lying beside her.
Lola froze in place before she turned her head to the side ever so carefully. Much to her dismay, Atlas was just lying there motionless. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, his blinks properly timed as if even that were on schedule.
She didn’t even plan to ask why he was still awake and simply planned to sink back inside her makeshift cave when he suddenly spoke.
"I’m hard," he said, and her breath hitched. "That is the answer to your question of why I’m still awake."
Her face twitched. "I’m not even curious—hah... ha..."
Atlas remained like a statue on that side while she slowly pulled her blanket over her head. But before she could fully cover herself, he shot her a side eye.
"You didn’t tell me."
"Hm?"
"The reason you wanted to borrow my name," he clarified in the same quiet and flat tone. "I can’t let you borrow it, but I’d like to hear the reason."
She had already told him the reason: it was personal. Too personal, too risky to share. But looking at him with that unreadable look on his face made her reconsider.
Lola pulled down the blanket again, looking at him before staring at the ceiling. "Do you... always keep your promises, Atlas?"
"I do."
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