I return my gaze forward and continue my journey to the front door, upstairs, and Marcellus' room. My face burns with heat again when Atlasʼ room comes into view. Bypassing it, I open the room next to it and shove myself inside. Cool air embraces me in a flash, subsiding the heat in my face. I wonder how many condoms I will be unloading from his bin tomorrow. After placing the key in the drawer and putting Marcellusʼ bag on his bed, I decide not to linger, but I stop myself from reaching for the knob in midair upon hearing muffled voices of a woman and a man.
Atlas might be driving his girlfriend home after their vigorous exercise. I thought his girlfriend would be staying the night, but somehow I feel relieved that she won't. When I don't hear their voices anymore, I open the door and st
