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I close the door and press my forehead against it. I feel all the familiar
feelings of a crush, but this time those feelings are accompanied by worry
and hesitation, even though it’s Atlas, and Atlas is one of the good ones.
I blame Ryle for that. He took what little trust I had left in men thanks to
my father, and he stripped me of it.
But I think this crush is a sign that Atlas might be able to give back what
my father and Ryle took from me. My stomach moves from the flutters
Atlas left me with to what feels like a six-foot drop on that thought, because
I know how that would make Ryle feel.
The more joy I get from my interactions with Atlas, the more dread I feel
about having to break the news to Ryle.