Lola had said it before, and she wouldn't get tired of saying it again—she was grateful. Deeply, utterly grateful for everything that was happening in her life. It wasn't what she expected, but it was everything she didn't know she needed. She felt complete; she felt that all the hardships she'd endured were worth it, and that life was finally worth living for.
But never once had she thought she didn't deserve it.
If anything, deep down, she believed she did deserve this happiness. She deserved this peace... and this soreness in her muscles after a night full of love with her man.
"Ugh…" she groaned before even opening her eyes, feeling every sore muscle in her body—especially the ones between her thighs.
Slowly, she blinked awake, her face twisting as flashes of last night's wild affair crossed her mind. Last night was unlike any other night she'd spent with Atlas. If she had to put a word to it, it was wilder.
