Chapter 42. Begging

I think Atticus was getting irritated with me. I suspected that he lowkey regretted indulging me and keeping quiet when it came to my actions, now I was a little obsessed with those little actions.

I found myself obsessing over him, trying to touch him or get any body contact I could get, and it was getting a little bit too much for him.

At dinner, I brushed my fingers over his hands when he laid them on the table. When I walked past him at home, I tried to brush my shoulders against him and let’s not get started on the kisses I now gave him every chance I got.

After that night, since he didn’t protest when I gave him that kiss on his cheek, it had become my daily ritual. I gave him a peck every morning and before I went to sleep. He was yet to reciprocate, but I didn’t mind at all. I was happy doing the giving.

Today was one of those rare days when Atticus didn’t go to work. I was really surprised when I saw him in sweatpants and a T-shirt in the dining hall