Atlas realized she had gone in for a hug on impulse, but suddenly didn't want to go through with it.
"Good," he thought.
Because if her chest with all of its nipples had pressed hard against his chest, he would have lost control.
"Would you be going out tomorrow, before the event at night?" Aveline blurted, trying to save face.
It was the only thing her frozen mind could think of.
As he opened his mouth to respond, she slowly took a step back, to create some distance between them again.
"No, why?"
"Good," she smiled. "Could you come with me to the kitchen please?"
"To the kitchen? I could, but why?"
"How about I show you?"
That sounded too much like the start of an adult movie to him.
The owner of the house leading him to fix the pipes in the kitchen.
Then you end up fixing her pipes.
"Jesus Christ, behave!" He ordered his thoughts.
"Okay," he said to Aveline.
"Yay!"
She moved past him first, and walked ahead.
