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I quickly put on my ratty rock band crop top saying to hell with the boobie holster. Bolting from the closet as the twin's soft chuckles reddened my already heated cheeks. Denny was at the door with a judging face, like he knew exactly what had transpired moments earlier between us. "Doris is waiting in the office for us. I got you a coffee." He said, smirking as my shaking hand reached for the cup. "Thanks, Den. Let's go." I couldn't get to the elevator fast enough. I stared at the black nail polish on my toes the whole time, trying to avoid how their presence had my heart rate rising. I left the elevator gasping when Atlas entwined his fingers in mine and Atlas rested his hand on my lower back. His rough thumb rubbed tight circles on the skin exposed by the crop top making goosebum