The University of the South

Good Morning (3 of 8)

Atlas's eyes flutter open as he yawns.

Fuck, he was awake.

His eyes slowly adjust to the brightness of his room as he groans, wiping at his eyes.

The look of the white sheets on his sculpted body made him look like he was a greek god or something.

Maybe in another universe he was.

Okay maybe in this universe as well.

He suddenly eyes me, a look of confusion on his face, before his gaze softens.

He gives me one of his big smiles before chuckling at my confused look, as I clutch the sheets to my chest.

"Good morning." He simply says as he presses a kiss to my cheek, getting up.

Why was he acting so casual?!

Did he remember what happened last night? Because I didn't!

He sits up in bed as he stretches, his muscles flexing. His back muscles were such a turn on.

Okay, I would never get tired of seeing his body.

That was hot, good morning indeed.

"Umm, did we...?" I carefully ask as he chuckles, staring down at the bed.

He slowly nods and ruffles his hair with a smile.

"Um, I guess so?" He says with a chuckle as he stares at our discarded clothes on the floor, where I spotted my dress as well.

Fuck, it was all coming back to me.

. . .

Last night...

Our mouths clash against each other as Atlas carries me over to his bed, gently laying me down on it.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off of you the whole night." He says as I giggle, as he presses kisses up my neck.

Okay, I definitely needed to jump his bones now.

"You're too sweet, not scary at all." I say with a smile as he raises a brow at me.

"I'm not scary? Really?" He asks as I nod, as he looks at me in disbelief.

No, the big bad Atlas Montgomery was not scary.

He seemed like the opposite actually.

"No, you're cute!" I say as I squeeze his cheeks with my hands on his face.

He smirks at me as I giggle.

"Hmm, then I guess I'll have to be more scary then? Can't have my opponents thinking I'm cute now, should I?" He asks as I nod.

I press a kiss to his lips as he looms over me on the bed as he unbuttons the buttons on his shirt one by one, taking it off him.

Man did he look sexy.

My hands go up to his chest, feeling how well built he was. My fingers go down to trace his abs as I feel the valleys of muscle.

"You look like you want to eat me." He says with a chuckle as I slowly nod.

He continues to press kisses to my neck, as I moan. It seemed like he loved neck kisses I guess.

"And what if I do want to eat you?" I ask him suddenly, voicing my thoughts as he grins.

His kisses on my neck become more urgent, sucking and licking as if he wanted to have a taste of me.

"Then I guess I'll have to beat you to it." He says as I giggle, his kisses feeling ticklish against my neck, nipping at the skin of my neck gently.