It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

my head, and of course it snags in my hair. I try to set my hair free, but the
dress is heavy, and it’s taking forever in the dark, and I can’t walk out to find
a mirror because Atlas is out there. I keep trying to untangle it. After a few
defeating minutes, Atlas finally taps on the door.
“You okay in there?”
“No. I’m stuck.”
“Can I open the door?”
I’m standing in my bra and panties with a dress halfway over my head, but
this is what I deserve. This is closet karma. “Okay, but I’m not really
dressed.”
I hear Atlas laugh, but when he opens the door and sees my situation, he
immediately springs into action by flicking the light switch. It does nothing,
of course.
“The bulb is out.”
He moves toward me to inspect my situation. “What happened?”
“My hair is stuck.”
Atlas pulls out his phone and uses the light to help him see what I’m
tangled on. He tugs my hair and my dress in opposite directions, and then,
magically, my dress is on the floor.
I smooth out my hair. “Thank you.” I fold my arms over myself. “This is
embarrassing.”
The light from Atlas’s phone is still on, so he can see that I’m standing in
my bra and panties. He turns off his phone light, but the closet door is open,
and there’s a lamp on in the bedroom, so I’m still very visible to him.
There’s a moment of hesitation on both our parts. He can’t tell if he should
walk away and let me finish getting dressed, and I can’t tell if I want him to.
And then suddenly we’re kissing.
It just happened, as if we moved toward each other at the same time. One
of his hands slips around to the back of my head, and the other goes directly
to my lower back, so low that his fingers are skimming over my panties.
I wrap both my arms around his neck and pull him to me so hard, we
stumble into a line of clothes. Atlas rights us again, but I can feel his smile in
his kiss. He pulls far enough away from my mouth so that he can speak.
“What is it with you and closets?” Then he kisses me again.
We make out in the closet for a few minutes, and it’s everything I
remember about all the times we used to sneak make-out sessions when we