Mabel looked on, feeling a bit amused and helpless, "Never mind, let me do it. Bend over a bit." she said.
So, he obediently bent over, his gaze almost level with hers.
Mabel took a spray bottle she carried with her out of her bag and gave Atlas Shaw's unruly hair a few spritzes. Once his hair was slightly damp, she used her fingers to adjust it. After a while, she was finally satisfied with her handiwork.
"All done." Mabel smiled. As she was pulling her hand back, it was suddenly caught by Atlas. In the next moment, his other hand cradled her face, his face moving even closer to hers. From a certain angle, it almost seemed like a displaced kiss.
"Do you know? If I wanted to kiss you right now, it would be very easy." he said.
"Would you?" she calmly retorted, seeming unfazed by the unexpectedly intimate posture.
No. Atlas had already answered in his heart. If he really kissed her, then it would likely be difficult for him to remain by her side as a friend in the future.
