MADELINE'S POV
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It was as if the Goddess herself blessed me with gold when I realized that Atlas isn't in the bed with me. The ache around my ankles and wrists is nothing compared to the ache between my legs. I slowly sit up, suspicious of his absence after what I tried to do last night. "Atlas?" I whisper his name, curious if he's around, but the bathroom door is wide open, the dampness hanging in the air from the steam that rolled out of the bathroom not too long ago by the smell of it.
I drag myself from the bed, and take a cold shower, but even the icy water doesn't rid me of the need between my thighs.
I stand with my underwear in hand, a temptation brewing, and I cave as my eyes land on the key inside the hole of the shut bedroom door. I tiptoe over like Atlas could appear ou
