Sabrina's POV
The sunlight shining in through the curtains land right in my eyes, forcing me awake. I feel Atlas's arms tight around my waist and I smile when the memories from last night come rushing back to me.
I struggle out of Atlas's tight grip and roll over to check the time on my phone. I have multiple missed calls and texts from Dylan, and I instantly feel bad because I didn't let him know I wasn't coming home last night. Everything happened so quickly that it completely slipped my mind.
Atlas mumbles in his sleep and I look back to see him rolling onto his stomach, his hair lays limp over his eyes. I can't stop myself from smiling at the sight of him. His toned tattooed arms are on full show and I am yet to inspect every single piece of ink marked into his soft skin.
I frown when I see words etched into the smooth skin on his back. I didn't know he has a tattoo there because we usually wake up together or he has clothes on. I never stopped to ask if he any other tattoos
