“Do you like it?” Atlas grinned, gesturing at the decorations.
After we returned from the mall, he apologized to the kids and even played soccer with them.
Now, we were at the terrace and I managed a smile as my eyes traced the decorations.
At this point, I was sure it was all in my head. Atlas could never be Ryle and Ryle could never be Atlas.
Greta had a point too, people dealt with stress differently and for the past few months, we had been all over the place.
I leaned against his broad chest, hugging him. “I missed this,” I admitted, looking up.
He traced my cheek and I captured his lips into mine, he reached for my hair, pushing me forward and deepening it.
“I got you something,” he grinned, walking off. When Atlas returned, he was holding a bouquet.
My stomach twisted as I registered the flowers.
Lilies.
Atlas bought me lilies? I was allergic to Lilies. Atlas knew this so how could he?
“What's wrong?” he frowned, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t like them?”
“I… I’m allergic, A
