If only they could stay like this...
[Cordelia]We fell asleep in each other's arms only to wake up a few hours later, sore, hungry, and dirty. We both had long days before going to bed and now that we both have made a thorough mess of the bed and one another. Atlas laughs when I bring up the point that his bed is now far too messy to sleep in. "I know it might sound crazy, but I do know how to make a bed."When we are done in the shower, he helps me into one of his silk pajama shirts. It is several sizes too big, fitting me more like a dress, but considering I have nothing else to sleep in, and it smells like his soap, I do not mind. As I lean against the wall, my body tired, I watch as he remakes his bed with fresh sheets, fluffing the pillows to make me a mini tower of comfort next to him.Atlas holds out his hand to invite me to sleep with him, and I feel my heart flutter with nerves. Even though moments before we were just washing one another after making love, I feel shy at the prospect of sleeping next to him. At
Angelica's sobs are heartwrenching like her heart is shattered into a thousand pieces. I feel an overwhelming urge to comfort her, but I remember the photos of her sabotaging my line and feel my heart freeze.I don't know what game she's playing, but I won't let her take Atlas away from me again."I don't understand," she weeps, her voice shaking through choked sobs. "We were in love and now you have cast me aside. What did I do wrong?"She sounds bewildered and frightened. But I saw the photos. There is no denying it was her. Why is she bothering to try to convince him of something else?Does she have no memory of the sins she committed against me or is all of this part of some twisted, elaborate game?Thinking back to the way she manipulated me into trusting her on the island, despite how she insists she remembers nothing of that time, this feeling of being controlled and lied to feels very much the same.Does she think she can gaslight my husband into loving her again?My heart stop
[Cordelia] "That's not what happened," Atlas protests, his lips small and tight. "Cordelia and I are..." "I don't need the details," Angelica covers her eyes with her hands as she folds in half, moaning as she rocks herself from side to side. "Fucked, made love, whatever you call it, Atlas. Does it matter? You still betrayed me." Stunned, I stand there, not sure what I should do. One moment she was threatening me, and now she's a sobbing mess. If I tell Atlas the truth while she's like this, my actions will look cold and cruel. "Angelica," There is a softness in his voice that wasn't there before as he sits down next to her. He rubs her back, making soothing sounds. "I know this must be hard for you to see us together.ā Atlas doesn't look up once to see how I am handling all of this. He is only focused on Angelica and her pain. I can't keep going this way, living my life at the mercy of Angelica's whims. Atlas seems to have forgotten that none of this is our fault, incl
[Cordelia] I waited for the doctor to arrive. Thankfully he got there before my parents did. I had no interest in interacting with them after seemingly ruining my older sister's chance at her "happily ever after" with Atlas. He was only with her for a few minutes. He told Atlas that she had another psychotic break and then began questioning him about what he had done THIS time to set her off. I could see the little vein popping along his neck, even though his face was outwardly calm. I wonder if Atlas was an angry little boy. As I place a hand on my belly I whisper. "Don't you be an angry boy too, Jasper." I feel a little flutter of response as if he were upset at the assumption. Great. Another stubborn one. While I wasn't paying attention, Atlas must have said something to upset the doctor because he was now storming off toward the entrance. I was going to ask him for a ride back into town, but the look on his face makes me rethink my options. "You'll be getting my bill, Mr
[Cordelia]Atlas' willingness to be more open about our relationship is both exciting and terrifying. I love that he loves me and that he wants to let everyone else know about it, but at what cost? I don't like how cavalier he is about how it might be perceived by others. What kind of man is engaged to one girl, marries her little sister, divorces her, finds his first love, is engaged to her, and cheats on that true love with her pregnant little sister?I can't shake the feeling that this is all going to come back and bite us in the backside while we are not paying attention. Even with my fears, I can smell Atlas on my skin and I can't help but feel joy. This morning has been rough and heartbreaking in many ways, but the night before was magic. I saw a side of Atlas that I was completely blind to before and something happened that I thought was impossible.I fell in love with my ex-husband.I thought I loved him before. I wanted to love him so badly. But Angelica was right about one
Tilly stumbles out of Clark's apartment wearing one of his t-shirts and a lopsided grin. Her clothing is gathered in her arms. Hands reach past the door, grabbing her back inside and a stylish ankle boot tumbles out of her hands forgotten as the door closes with a slam followed by sounds that cannot be mistaken for anything other than passion. If Clark were my real fiance, I'd be heartbroken by this display. But since Clark and I have never been a couple, and Tilly is my best friend in the world, I couldn't be happier. Maybe, if things go right, Tilly and I might be sisters. Visions of double weddings flutter through my head and I laugh quietly, so as not to draw their attention, as I pass by the door.Grinning devilishly I scoop up her boot. I wonder how long it will take for her to realize it is missing. What will she say when I tell her I found it?Normally I would have left it there for her to find. I'm not a tricky person by nature, but I'm feeling a bit mischievous this morn
Tilly's face goes from pale pink to beet red in less time than it takes to blink. Looking down at the shoe, and up at my smug face, she realizes that I must know something. "Um," she laughs, nervously rubbing her neck and averting her eyes. "I wondered where I had lost that.""It's a good thing I found it in the hallway this morning," I take a long sip of my coffee, eyeing her over the cup. "Right outside of Clark's door." "Oh," she tries to hide her horror behind her cup. "What a strange place for that to be." I laugh at her discomfort. "Oh Tilly, you can stop now. I saw you two."She freezes as her mind processes the meaning of my words. "So you were in the corridor spying on us?" her tone is a little frosty but not unfriendly. "Or were you sneaking around yourself?"She got me there. "Sneaking is too strong a word, more like 'quietly returning'." She snorts, breaking the ice between us. Laughing together, I tell her a bit more about my night with Atlas and why I didn't return u
Squealing I grab her hand and begin jumping up and down. She has no choice but to stand with me, the force of my glee making it impossible for her to stay seated. "I am so dang happy for you!!" I hug her tightly, jumping up and down some more until she starts laughing. "You're not mad?" Her voice shakes and I look up to see she's almost crying. "I was so worried you'd be angry." I can't stop smiling. My cheeks feel stretched to their limits as uncontainable joy fills me. "Why would I be angry about my two best friends finding love with one another?" "It's just," she looks to the side. "I knew that he had a thing for you, I just wasn't sure if maybe you had a thing for him as well." I sigh, as I retake my seat. "If only I did, but I've never been interested in him that way," I confess, "There have been times when I wished I could love him, but I never could see him that way." It's a shame I didn't want Clark romantically. Loving Atlas Steele feels like fighting against the