Chapitre 90: Good Girl

TW; mature content

When they got back home, Meredith went to take a shower while Atlas waited for a her in the bedroom. A few minutes later, she walked out from the bathroom. She was wrapped in a white towel. Her dark hair hung loosely over her shoulders, with the end dripping onto the floor.

Atlas stared at her silence as every hair on his scalp stood to attention, every skin cell tingled, every neuron fired. He swallowed as he watched her walk closer to him.

His heart pounded hard as she finally came to a halt before him. Her hair was still dripping onto the floor. She clutched the front of the towel with both hands and the damp material clung tightly to her form. Her cleavage was shown since her breast was pushed by how tight she was holding the towel.

She was biting her lower lips and her expression looked sad.

"What's wrong?" Atlas asked, concern etched in his voice.