Meredith walked out the elevator holding a cup of coffee, her mind was replaying what happened Saturday night over and over in her head. The way Atlas had opened a new door of pleasure to her and how her body had responded under his command was just mind-blowing.
She was finally living her fantasies, lucky her. Her brows drew up together when she remembered his words,
'Don't fall in love with me.' Of course, she wasn't! She was just sexually attracted to him that's it. Meredith thought as if to convince herself. After he took her home, he had sent a message to check up on her later in the night. He was so difficult to understand.
If he doesn't want her to fall in love with him then he should stop kissing her forehead, being possessive and caring about her. Stupid man.
