Atlas Wolfe
Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t.
The second I turned the corner to where I knew she could no longer see me, I practically sprinted to the bathroom.
I needed to throw some water on my face, preferably an entire bucket to wake me the f u c k up, but I can’t do that now so I have to settle for just my face.
My heart is beating a mile a minute and my chest is heaving up and down. I can’t f*****g believe that just happened.
But then when I stop to really think about it, my first thought is – what the actual hell did just happen?
My hands are warm on the cold marble sink, and my eyes are staring straight into mine with so much intensity as I think back on my encounter with Suri Nightingale barely a minute ago.
The way she looked in that dress. Such an innocent-looking dress in a sinful w
