AMELIAHe raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Is that a complaint or a concern?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement.I blush, taken aback by his response. "No, not at all. It's just... I thought maybe you didn't want to, or that I wasn't...," I mumble.Atlas leans closer, his gaze intense yet gentle. "Amelia, believe me, it had nothing to do with you. It was more about me wanting to take things slow and make it special for you."I bite my top lips not sure I understand what he means by that, how was doing that making it special for me, "For me?" I question."I didn't want it to be all about my needs," he explains, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair on my face tucking it behind my ear."I mean that could clearly lead to you getting pregnant and I don't know if that is what you want right now," he continues. His words soothe my concerns, and I feel a wave of relief washing over me, for a moment I thought maybe I didn't please him but hearin
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