SLAM!
Lola slapped the glass wall of the bathroom, leaving a clear print on the moist surface. Her face was red, breath heavy as she looked back.
"Is this part of your healing?" she complained to Atlas, who was standing behind her under the shower. "I don't remember this part."
Atlas tilted his head slightly, reached out, and hugged her naked frame. As his body pressed against her bare back, he whispered in her ear.
"I regretted not making love with you," he said, turning her head so she would look at him. "That reminded me…"
The rest of his words rolled in his throat as his lips pressed against hers, his tongue sliding between her lips. Lola whimpered in protest before a sharp, muffled moan escaped her mouth straight into his as he thrust his hips forward, dipping inside her.
Her legs trembled, barely holding her up without his support.
