Chapter 182

[Cordelia]

I was tempted to snuggle up in bed with Atlas, wait until he wakes up, and tell him exactly how I feel. But when I checked in on him and saw that he was passed out, half-dressed, and reeking of booze and sick, any temptation I had to get closer lept out the window.

So instead I left him a note. "I'll be at the studio. Come find me when you're feeling better," signing it, I placed it on his nightstand.

"Cordelia," Atlas groans in his sleep as he rolls over.

I almost answer, but when I hear a gentle snore, I realize he is talking in his sleep.

"Don't leave," he continues to mutter. "I love you. Please stay."

My heart stops. He sounds so sad in his sleep.

I take a few steps closer. And a few more. "Atlas." I kiss his clammy forehead. "Why did you do this to yourself? You silly, silly man."

I turn to walk back to the door, but he grabs my arm.

"Please, stay," he begs. "Just...let's talk."

I try to explain that he needs his rest, that he is still a bit drunk, and that now