It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

Chapter Twenty-Two
Lily
I’m trying to act confident about this, but as soon as I walk into my bedroom,
I lose every bit of the confidence that got me in here.
It’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. Probably since
right after getting pregnant with Emmy. I haven’t had sex postbaby, and I
haven’t had sex with Atlas since I was sixteen, and both of these thoughts
start swirling together to create this monstrous invasive-thought tornado in
my mind.
I’m standing in the middle of my bedroom when Atlas appears in the
doorway a few seconds later. I put my hands on my hips and just… stand
here. He’s staring at me. I feel like I’m supposed to make the next move since
I’m the one who just invited him into my bedroom.
“I don’t know what to do next,” I admit. “It’s been a while.”
Atlas laughs. Then he saunters toward the bed because of course he can’t
just walk in an unattractive way. Every move he makes is sexy. Him
removing his suit jacket right now is sexy. He tosses it onto my dresser and
then kicks off his shoes. God, even that was sexy. Then he sits down on my
bed.
“Let’s talk.” He leans against my headboard and then crosses his ankles.
He looks very relaxed. And sexy.
I can’t imagine lying down on that bed in this dress. It would be
uncomfortable, and probably not very much fun to try to remove if we get to
that point. “Let me change clothes first.” I walk into my closet and close the
door.
I turn on the light, but nothing happens. The bulb is out. Shit. I can’t get
dressed in the dark. I don’t have my phone on me, so I can’t use the flashlight
app to help.
I do my best, but it takes a minute to get the zipper down. When I finally
do, instead of stepping out of the dress, for some reason I pull the dress over