When we walked through his house, I saw that it was just as extravagant as the Whilock's. A very similar set up as well, but the walls are a darker color. Atlas let me look around for a few minutes before he grabbed my hand, and led me upstairs.
We walked into Atlas's room, and I chuckled as he tried to clean up the clothes from the floor quickly.
"Sorry, I didn't think I would be bringing you home." He told me.
"It's okay. I just thought maybe you'd want to shower." I replied.
Atlas turned to me as I stood in his doorway chewing on my bottom lip.
"Are you gonna get in the shower with me?" He asked with a hopeful look.
I shook my head, and giggled.
"No, but I'll be waiting on your bed when you get out." I said as I walked over to his sloppily made bed, and sat down.
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