The room felt close and warm, the kind of comfortable intimacy that made Demitra's heart beat just a little faster. After their spontaneous late-night waffle adventure, they'd ended up back at Atlas's apartment-a cozy, small space with mismatched furniture, piles of books stacked in corners, and walls adorned with an assortment of posters, sketches, and photographs. The place exuded Atlas's personality, a mix of chaos and charm, a lived-in atmosphere that made Demitra feel unexpectedly at home.

They were sitting on Atlas's bed, knees brushing occasionally, and laughter fading into easy silence as they simply enjoyed each other's presence. Demitra reached out, gently cupping Atlas's face, her fingers tracing along her cheekbones, her thumb brushing just beneath Atlas's eye. "Your eyes are so pretty," Demitra murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're like... like the sun in your face." She smiled, feeling a slight flush creeping up her cheeks, not used to being this candid.

Atlas tilted her head, amused and clearly savoring the attention, a lazy grin spreading across her face. "Mhm, I like your smile," she replied, her voice laced with a familiar warmth. "You have dimples, and it's cute. Drives me crazy, actually."

The compliment caught Demitra off guard, and she ducked her head, feeling the heat of a blush spread across her cheeks. She laughed, but it was shy, almost embarrassed at how flustered she felt. "There they are," Atlas teased, her voice soft as she reached out to brush a thumb over Demitra's cheek, right where the dimples appeared when she smiled.

Demitra hid her face in her hands, laughing and feeling utterly exposed. "Stop! You're gonna make me blush until I explode."

Atlas chuckled, her own cheeks tinged slightly pink as she rubbed at her eyes. "These contacts are itching my eyes like crazy." She blinked, rubbing her eyes again, clearly uncomfortable.

Demitra's brow furrowed in surprise. "Wait, you wear contacts? I had no idea," she said, a little shocked. "No not like that, my eyes are natural i just need a little help seeing."

Atlas snickered, reaching into her bag for a small contact case and a pair of glasses. "I'm blind as shit," she admitted with a laugh, carefully removing the contacts and placing them in the case before popping on her glasses.

Demitra's eyes widened, her pulse quickening as she took in the sight. With her glasses on, Atlas looked... different. More serious, maybe, or perhaps a bit more refined. The frames were black and slightly oversized, and they gave her an intellectual, almost studious look that made her all the more captivating. Demitra felt her breath hitch. "Oh fuck," she muttered under her breath, eyes fixed on Atlas's new look.

Atlas arched an eyebrow, clearly amused. "What? I look that bad?"

Demitra shook her head quickly, swallowing hard. "No... no, you look... you look really good, actually. Like, really, really good." She mentally cursed herself for sounding so flustered, but she couldn't help it. There was something about Atlas with glasses that made her heart race in a way she hadn't expected.

Atlas grinned, leaning a little closer, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose slightly. "So, you're saying you like nerdy Atlas?" she teased, her voice low and playful.

Demitra let out a breathy laugh, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. "I'm just saying... it's a good look on you. I mean, you're already hot, but now you're like... smart-hot. Like... professor-at-lecture-hours hot."

Atlas burst out laughing, the kind of loud, uninhibited laugh that filled the room, making Demitra's stomach flip with joy. "Professor-at-lecture-hours hot?" she repeated, grinning as she nudged Demitra's shoulder with her own. "Wow, Mia, that's a whole new level of compliment. I didn't know you had a thing for the academic type."

"Shut up," Demitra mumbled, though she couldn't hide her grin. "I'm serious. You look really good. It's a vibe."

Atlas chuckled, adjusting her glasses in a way that felt both casual and purposeful. "Glad you approve, mami," she said, her voice softening a little as her teasing faded into something more genuine. She looked down, almost shyly, her fingers fiddling with the bracelets on her wrist. "I don't usually wear them around people... because back in italy i was really insecure about wearing glasses and they always broke during sports or got broken by someone."

Something in the room shifted, a subtle but significant change in the air between them. Demitra's heart softened, her gaze softening as well as she looked at Atlas. "Im sorry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "You look good though, promise, wear them often."

They held each other's gaze, the weight of unspoken feelings settling between them like a silent confession. Demitra's hand moved almost instinctively, reaching for Atlas's, their fingers intertwining in a slow, deliberate motion that felt both grounding and electrifying. Atlas squeezed her hand, her thumb brushing softly over Demitra's knuckles, her eyes never leaving hers.

"Thank you," Atlas said quietly, her voice filled with an emotion that made Demitra's chest ache. "For seeing me. Like... really seeing me."

Demitra nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. She wanted to say so much, to tell Atlas just how much she'd come to mean to her in such a short time. But words felt inadequate, unable to capture the depth of what she felt. So instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Atlas's in a gentle, tentative kiss that spoke all the things she couldn't say aloud.

The kiss was soft at first, a delicate exchange of warmth and unspoken promises. But as their lips moved together, the intensity grew, a slow burn that built with each second, filling the room with a heat that was both thrilling and terrifying. Atlas's hand found its way to the back of Demitra's neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss in a way that made Demitra's heart pound wildly.

They finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, their foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath. Atlas's eyes sparkled behind her glasses, her lips curved in a soft smile that sent a fresh wave of butterflies through Demitra's stomach.

"You know," Atlas whispered, her voice rough around the edges, "I didn't think I'd feel this way about someone so soon. But... you're kind of hard to resist, Mia."

Demitra laughed softly, her cheeks warm. "I could say the same about you."

They sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing quiet laughter and stolen glances, a shared warmth settling over them like a blanket. In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in their small, private universe.

Atlas shifted slightly, reaching for her phone on the nightstand. "I know we just got serious and all, but I just remembered something that might ruin the mood."

Demitra blinked, raising an eyebrow. "Ruin the mood? What could possibly-"

Atlas opened her phone and tapped on an app, pulling up a video. The screen showed a clip from one of Demitra's YouTube videos-a horror house vlog where she'd screamed at a fake spider, nearly toppling over her sisters in the process. Demitra groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Oh my god, no. You found that?"

Atlas grinned, looking way too amused. "Oh, I didn't just find it. I bookmarked it. It's pure comedy gold."

Demitra slapped her arm playfully. "You're the worst."

Atlas laughed, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on her cheek. "But you love it."

Demitra sighed dramatically, feigning reluctance. "Unfortunately, I think I do."

They dissolved into laughter, the moment feeling light and easy again. Atlas pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her as they settled back onto the bed, side by side.

For the next few hours, they lay there, watching random YouTube videos, sharing stories, and teasing each other in between soft, stolen kisses. Atlas told her about growing up in a loud, chaotic family, about her favorite childhood memories, and even about the time she tried to skateboard and ended up with a sprained wrist.

Demitra, in turn, shared stories about her sisters, about the mischief they'd get into and the late-night conversations that kept her grounded. She found herself telling Atlas things she rarely shared with anyone, opening up in a way that felt freeing, like shedding a heavy coat she hadn't realized she was wearing.

Eventually, as the night wore on, they drifted into a comfortable silence, lying side by side in the dim light of Atlas's room. Atlas shifted, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Demitra's face, her gaze soft and lingering.

"I could get used to this," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Demitra smiled, her eyes half-closed as she nestled closer, her hand resting over Atlas's. "Me too," she whispered, feeling a warmth in her chest that went beyond words.