Year 2017
Tatum shed his soaking clothes, discarding them in a damp heap on the floor feeling his heart beating fast inside his chest. He stepped into the warm shower, the stream of water cascading over his body like a gentle caress while thoughts were filled with Atlas and the things that happened earlier. He stood under the shower head, letting the heat and the steam envelope him, as if hoping the water would wash away the confusing jumble of thoughts and feelings churning within him.
Tatum closed his eyes, letting the water run down his face and chest, the steam curling around him like a soothing blanket. As he stood there, his mind started to drift, his thoughts flitting from the memory of her smile to the sensation of her body so close to his while jogging. The lines between casual
