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✼ N E V A E H ✼

"What do you think about my dress?" I ask, closing the door behind me.

What was I doing here? Why was I here? What is it about him that pulls me towards him even when he is an obvious dickhead? I guess that was the thing with me, always wanting what I couldn't have even if I knew very well that it wasn't good for me.

"Hmm?" Atticus asks, raising his head from his book and looking up at me. He eyes me up and down before saying, "Come here."

"Why?" I questioned him, pressing my back further against the door and my feet staying firmly to the ground just in case I changed my mind about this whole ordeal. About asking him how I looked in my plunging red dress with a low cutout in the back and front.

In all honesty, I already know I looked good. I just wanted him to see me in it first, so I could see the effect it had on him. Call me over overly confident, but I think some part of him is taken by me he finds me attractive to some degree but he just doesn't want to admit it.

"Why are you asking me what I think about your dress?" He challenges, he tilts his body sideways and juts his hips up to adjust the way he's sitting.

"I just wanted to ask you if I looked fuckable in it?" I admit, which was not the full truth but he didn't need to know that. I did truly want to know if my dress was fuckable even though I already knew I did. I wanted to hear it from a male's perspective, how he thought of it will either slim or widen my chances of getting any dick tonight.

"It looks nice...you look nice." Is all he can say, but he keeps his eyes looking everywhere but me. He's nervous or something because he's blushing a little.

I mean, why wouldn't I want to go to a club to get some when I haven't had sex in like a week. I don't even know how I'm functioning right now. Whatever it was, I knew that me previous sex partners basically made a whore out of me because I can hardly go a day with fucking myself or someone else. I'm trying to get better, but it's kinda hard when I'm surrounded by so much testosterone on the daily. Literally.

Oh God, I sound like a fucking whore.

"What? You're not going to tell me how revealing it is and that I shouldn't wear it because it makes me look like a desperate slut." I don't even know why I said that, I just wanted some kind of answer from it, somehow, I felt that it would validate me. Not that I need his or anyone's validation.

"What do you want me to say, Estelle?" He asks me with utmost sincerity and for some reason when he says my name, like actually says my name, it really does something to me. "As long as you feel comfortable in it then I think you look fucking perfect. I personally don't think there's anything wrong with exposing yourself, I think it's just a way for you to feel comfortable in your own skin without being weighed in by insecurities."

Why the fuck does he have to sound so fucking hot when he's just stating straight facts?

I let out a heavy sigh as his grey eyes still very hungrily glide over my figure, lingering on the areas where my skin was completely exposed and a pleasant sight for his eyes to devour. Why am I so nervous? Is this not what I wanted from him? What I wanted him to do? To see me, to lust for me?

I tried to ignore everything that was rushing through me, the pleasure, the excitement, the lust, and my pussy fucking throbbing between my legs right now. I would fuck him right now if I could. But I can't.

"Rory is busy arguing with Eddie and Spencer is busy arguing with Eddie and Rory to stop arguing while also getting ready. So, really, you were my last resort." I take a few steps towards him, confidently but cautiously. "Why did you want to come closer, Atlas?" I grab my hair into a bun and look into his eyes, smiling slightly as I see him fix his pants. I was trying to explain to him the reason why I was asking him and not them.