ATLAS' POV
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Nothing-- and I mean nothing could have prepared me for this. I stand frozen in the doorway of our bedroom, the smell of steak and potatoes hitting me like a brick in the face. It smells delicious. I stare bewildered at the sight in front of me. Madeline is wearing a knee length red dress. The corset that's built in has her breasts pushes together, and the gold heart pendant hanging just above her cleavage glints underneath the light. Her smooth legs looks so soft, and I wish-- I wish so badly-- that it was I who she first saw when we were kids, but no. I had to run and tell Jaxon about the friend close to the lagoon.
"You're cooking?" I ask surprised, drawing her attention to me. She isn't startled, or surprised by my appearance. Did she know that I was standing here? Did
