Chapter Twenty Five

After taking a moment to think, I walked away from the door, ignoring Linda's call, and dropped my heels on the floor, tossing my purse on the bed.

Afterward, I headed into the bathroom,  got undressed, and stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to beat upon my skin.

As I closed my eyes, feeling the wetness of the water washing against my body, my mind tortured me with memories of Atlas's touch, the way his hands caressed against my curve, and the sound of his voice, and immediately, I opened my eyes, drawing a long, deep breath.

This was bad because I knew this pattern so well and that my feelings were going to mess with my head.

The worst thing about it is that if I were to go back to the moment I was standing in front of Atlas door, I knew I would willingly repeat all my bad choices within a heartbeat.

How did I let him in so fast without any warning or knowledge that I had gone back to my old self when it comes to him?

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