"Alright, once you finish everything on your plate, if I take you on vacation, how are you going to express your gratitude? We did mention that it's all about reciprocating gestures," Atlas Hallow's hand caressed Charlotte Miller's clear, delicate face, enchanted by its softness and elasticity.
"You talk as if you're not going on vacation too. Still, a good performance deserves a reward..." Charlotte looked at the smile in Atlas Hallow's deep-set eyes and unexpectedly leaned up to kiss his thin lips, the action so swift that it was almost like a dragonfly touching the water.
"Stingy." He pinched Charlotte's cheek, his thoughts disrupted by the kiss, pulled back by a knock at the door: "I'm heading out. You focus on your work, and tonight, you'll get a reward." Atlas whispered in Charlotte's ear, his warm breath falling gently.
"Can I refuse?" His voice was filled with a dangerously enticing tone, and Charlotte knew the kind of reward he meant could indeed be life-threatening.
