@misshoodoolady
It had been a very good week. A gluttony of sin taking and the water that beat over his body felt like tiny knives. Everything felt charged and electric, skin hypersensitive as if waking from a deep sleep. As Atticus dried himself off he saw the jar of shea butter on the counter and opened it up. It smelled of her , of the warmth of her smile, the cadence of her laughter. Emotions, like the body, always seem to burst and awaken.
It had been a while since they’d lost themselves in each other, lost a whole day out together with no plans, no scheduling and he desperately wanted her all to himself. Opening the door her shook his damp hair from his eyes, a smile quirking over his features when he saw her.
“We should go out, ain’t no sense wastin’ a pretty day like this.”
