Atticus
I just kissed Adaline.
The woman that cheated on her husband. The woman that cheated on my brother. The woman that I claim to hate so much. I kissed her. Let's blame it on the liquor.
She pulls away and runs.
I don't know what's more awful. The fact that I kissed her. Or the fact that she didn't kiss me back. She just bolted.
I take a swig of the scotch.
I'm sitting on the floor, drowning in guilt and confusion when the door swings open.
Gisele Creed.
The woman that I hate the most. Even more than I hate Adaline. She steps in and locks the door. She walks toward me and stands, looking down at me. And then she starts undressing.
“What the hell do you think you're doing.”
“I miss you.” Her dress falls on the floor.
“Gisele, stop!” I demand.
“I can't stop.” Her bra falls
