Atticus is unusually quiet, and I can tell he has plenty on his mind. Was he thinking about the incident at dinner? Would he find it strange that all these unexplainable events only occurred whenever I was around him? I knew that I would be suspicious if I were him.
I breathe a sigh of relief when we're finally back home.
I was happy to get some time to myself as I all but rushed into the house and straight to our bedroom. It doesn't last long, however, as Atticus walks in a few minutes after me and reminds me that this room also belonged to him.
My heart began to pound loudly as he walked back into the room with his hair slightly wet with nothing on but short pants. His chest was also damp and glistening. I force myself to look away as he starts to dry his skin.
I couldn't let my
