Valentine

Just as I reach for a gray hoodie with the name of my favorite sports team on it, I feel arms wrap around my waist from behind.
My jerk reaction is to swing around and punch whoever it is in the face, but then my body tenses.
I don't have to turn around. He doesn't have to speak.
I know who it is.
"Atlas..." I start in a whisper, but then he moves his finger up to rest on my lips, and my breath hitches.
"Relax," he whispers in that sexy voice of his, and I close my eyes. "And let me talk."