Sin and Sinner

37

~Darlina's POV~

After we had eaten our pizza and it began to get late, I stood from the couch, stretching my arms above my head. "I'm going to go shower and get ready for bed." I announced to the two of them, of which only Emmett acknowledged my words with a nod of his head. Atlas just glanced up at me and then looked back at the TV again, eating another slice of pizza.

I made my way to the bathroom and started up the shower after looking around, managing to find a few towels that were folded in the closet. They looked brand new, so whoever Emmett had rented this place from had clearly left them for us to use.

Once the water heated up and I had gotten undressed, I stepped in the shower and yelped as the hot water was much hotter than expected. I jerked away, making sure to stay out of the spray of the water while I turned down the heat, finding it much too hot. The water never got this hot at our apartment, even when it was turned all the way up.

The water cooled down and I sighed in relief, stepping back beneath the water to continue my shower. I left my shampoo, conditioner and body wash in the shower when I was done, wrapping myself in a towel after I stepped out. It was then, however, that I realized I had forgotten to bring any pajamas with me into the bathroom. A frustrated sigh left me as I face-palmed myself at my own idiocy, but it wasn't necessarily unusual for me to forget. I was so used to having a bathroom in my own room that I never brought a change of clothes in with me, and acted out of habit.

For a moment, I just stared at myself in the fogged up mirror, continuously adjusting and readjusting my towel to make sure it covered as much of my figure as possible. Once I was content with the way it fit on me, I opened the bathroom door and stuck my head out, glancing down the hallway to make sure that neither of the guys were in sight. Luckily for me, they weren't, so I hauled ass to my room and quickly slammed the door shut once I was inside, locking it.

Just a few moments later, there was a couple light knocks on the door, causing me to glance over as I hurriedly pulled on my underwear. "Yes?!" I called, finding myself feeling very glad that I had locked the door. I grabbed a pair of cream shorts and a peach colored sleep shirt, buttoning up the front of it after applying some deodorant. "Are you okay? I heard you slam the door." Atlas responded, the sound of his voice surprising me so much that I almost dropped my perfume as I picked it up to spray some on. A very large part of me had been expecting it to be Emmett knocking, not him.

"U-Um..." I stammered, nearly falling over when I pulled on some socks while standing up. I hurried over to the door and swung it open, huffing out a breath as I came face-to-face with Atlas, or I guess face-to-chest considering the height difference was so great.

"Everything's fine." I assured him quietly, embarrassed. He nodded, like he was unsure whether or not to believe that, and then glanced down. His eyes widened and he quickly turned his head, looking away. "Um, your shirt, Darlina." He said, causing me to furrow my eyebrows and glance down to see what was wrong with my shirt.

To my horror, it was hanging down incredibly low, practically flashing him my breasts.

Flustered, I yanked my shirt up fast as lighting and then covered my chest with my arms for good measure. "S-Sorry!" I exclaimed, embarrassed. My face was hot as I looked up at him, though he now refused to so much as look in my direction. "That wasn't intentional." I seemed to feel the need to tell him.

He snuck a glance at me and didn't look away upon seeing that I had secured my shirt into place, a sigh leaving his lips. "You should really make sure your clothes fit you right after you put them on, you know. Especially when you're always around Emmett and I." He said, causing me to cock my head to the side. I smiled up at him and shook my head. "Especially because of that?" I echoed. "You've said this before, you know, and I still don't really get it." I told him with a furrow forming between my brows.

Atlas looked at me for a moment. "For fuck's sake." He cursed in a mutter, running a tattooed hand through his loose hair. "Look at me, Lina. Tell me honestly that if I went around with my shirt off, you wouldn't get distracted." He said, causing my lips to part in disbelief at his words. I gave him an incredulous look and huffed, shaking my head. "No, I wouldn't." I denied, knowing that I was lying. It was rather often that I got distracted by looking at him as it was, and he was fully clothed in all of those times.

"No?" He cocked up a brow at my refusal, almost challengingly. "You sure about that?"

Suddenly my very small capability of lying went down and I just stared at him, a blush staining my cheeks. "Absolutely." I whispered, barely. "A hundred percent sure." I added shakily, something which caused him to smirk when he noticed it. His dark eyes glinted at me as he leaned down so he was closer to me, bracing himself against the doorframe with a tattooed hand above the height of his head. "You're a bad liar, Darlina. And perhaps the funniest part of that is the fact you think you could ever convince me otherwise."

"Hmph." I huffed, so embarrassed that I began to feel a little frustrated. "And what makes you so sure that you're right?" I asked smartly, not allowing myself to look anywhere but his face.

His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, teasing me with the glint of the metal from the piercing there. A chuckle left him at my flustered state and he looked down at what he was wearing, merely a black tank top and grey sweatpants. "How about this moment right now? You can't even look me in the face for more than five seconds."

I shifted nervously before him and he grinned wickedly, seemingly enjoying how much he was getting to me. "You're impossible!" I squealed, making sure his fingers weren't in the way before I quickly slammed the door to my room. All I heard was a low, tummy tingling chuckle from him in response. A brief silence passed without incident before he spoke again.

"Aright. Good night then." He muttered, the retreating footsteps making me sigh in relief.