#Chapter23
Conserving Water
Fuck, it's so cold.
/"Aw, aw, aw, Atlas!/"
/"What?/" He asked, his voice in monotone. Like he doesn't really give a flying fuck.
/"That hurts!/" I glared at him over my shoulder. If I wasn't fully naked right now, I would've strangled him.
/"Good, because I intend it to be./"
I huffed in aggravation, but not because Atlas is rubbing my skin so hard that it feels raw and sensitive. It was because of the fact that I'm completely and utterly naked while I'm soaked in the bathtub with my back on Atlas. I feel so vulnerable with him giving me a bath like this. And I hate it.
The thing is, Atlas is so bothered by Kratos' smell on me that he had to do something to take it away. And the only thing that would happen, is if I take a bath. The water literally washes scents away. He's just overreacting by scrubbing my body. I've been soaked in the water for an hour! The scent is gone!