*Atlas’ POV*

I laid with Heiro in the garden of his villa as he picked flowers and wove them into a small crown. When he was through, he placed it upon his head and then grimaced, instead placing it on mine. "It suits you more," he said with a whimsical grin.

"You'd suit me better," I said as I leaned in and placed a kiss to his throat, then another.

"Atlas," he breathed my name like a prayer.

I shifted so that I was above him, pinning ...