guilt was always kind of second nature for payton. her tendency to apologize for things that were not even remotely her fault stemming from family troubles when she was a young pigtailed girl. she didn’t know why kissing stan made her feel so guilty. her and atlas had no romantic connection. their engagement had always been just an arrangement for the both of them. she was even quite sure that atlas probably had spent nights with other women or she at least assumed as much with his striking looks. so to confess to him that she kissed stan shouldn’t have made her as nervous as she was. hell, she didn’t even know why she felt inclined to tell him. she liked stan and the decision to kiss him was her own. ❝atlas,❞ she called out, knuckles scraping the wood of his room door. she slipped into his space, wanting to strike up an interesting conversation and lead into the confession but the minute she opened up her mouth, ❝i kissed stan!❞ came tumbling out, teeth chewing at the side of her cheek, eyes dropping to the ground in front of her in slight embarrassment. @atlasgreys











