The night outside is alluring, and the atmosphere inside the car is even more enticing...
Charlotte raised her arm softly to push Atlas Hallow away, seeing him still holding her waist firmly with a look of unfinished desire.
"Take me home." The intense activity between the man and woman just now made her sweat, seemingly evaporating the effects of alcohol.
"Stay tonight..." Atlas's voice was deep and hoarse, like gravel sliding over a millstone, exuding a strong and tempting desire that he had suppressed for more than three years. What just happened didn't even qualify as a pre-meal appetizer.
But the alcohol already cleared from Charlotte's mind, and she smiled faintly, shaking her head: "I want to go back."
She picked up the clothes scattered in the car, putting them on slowly, thinking how reckless she'd just been.
Even when drunk, she remembers all that she did to Atlas in the car.
This time, she can't blame Atlas after all she was the initiator.
