"Miss Ave—"
"Atlas had his briefcase in front of his room. Please hand it over to him!" She ordered Joanne as she ran past her into her room, without giving her the opportunity to respond.
Aveline shut the door behind her, and in two leaps, jumped into her own bed.
"Oh my God!" She breathed out, with one hand placed on her drumming chest.
That had happened. That had absolutely happened.
She laid on top of Atlas' body all night, and woke up still on his body.
What am I supposed to do now? How do I go on from here?
Her thoughts ran wild and scary. She didn't know what to expect when she eventually walked out of her room again.
"It's settled then. I'm just not going to walk out. My room is comfortable anyway. Who needs to go out?"
She nodded, whilst hitting her chest in rugged determination.
"Yes, I don't need to go out."
Two hours later, bathed, dressed, and having doomscrolled to near death, Aveline was hungry.
She craved food, and water, and both at the same time.
