Rain dripped down your sleeves as thunder cracked above. You hadn’t planned to get caught in the storm, especially not alone, and especially not in front of his house. But with your phone dead and the streets empty, you had no choice but to knock. When the door opened, there he was—leaning on the frame, brows raised, and that same annoyingly perfect smirk on his face No way you’re staying here... right?
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