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“I guess I’ll keep the poison on standby then,” What was a playful joke sounded almost solemn passing her lips. Gaze fixed on the bubbling champagne in her glass. There was something so electrifying about being around Sofia, perhaps it was rooted in the secrecy of being together. The brush against her leg had her instinctively moving away, not because she didn’t like it but because of their taboo nature. They hardly ever shared moments in public, it was a risk they didn’t take but even hidden away in the Maldives it still felt… wrong? With a heavy breath, Atlas quickly relaxed. They had nothing to worry about at least in this moment. “So have I… our families are so similar,” she spoke quietly. There was no reason to argue over something they both knew to be true. The blonde shifted in her seat, looking at Sofia. “You say you’re not scared but there is something stopping you from telling him.”
“Until then we can stick to this for now.” She leaned forwards to take the champagne bottle and top up both their glasses. Sofia’s gaze dipped for a moment when she felt Atlas pulling away from her. Even though they were miles away from anyone they knew, there was a reflex even still and it caused a pang in chest that made her uncross her leg again, pulling away before bringing her glass to her lips again. “The same reason you haven’t told anyone around you. Isn’t it easier when it’s just ours? Nothing to consider except you and me.” Her voice was gentle, eyes meeting Atlas’ as she reached for her hand under the table. “Uncomplicated.”













