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❛ Heaven Sent ❜

⌗ 5

We dry off on my front porch. Bodies wrapped in towels. Our shoes sit by the stairs—soaked and muddied. I watch the down pour. It's loud yet so comforting at the same time.

I hadn't done this before...run in the rain with someone. And here I am ticking another box. Another experience. Another memory. Another side of Riley that only deepens my feelings.

She runs her fingers through her curly hair, looking gorgeous while doing so. I've always liked her with natural hair. And I've always liked how confident she is wearing it. Not a lot of people tend to wear their hair as is...but she owns it.

I turn the knob for the front door and open it just enough to squeeze past the door.

"Where are you going?" Riley questioned.

I pick up a pile of my own clothes off the couch that my mother had brought down from my room for the both of us—but mainly for Riley as she said in her own words.

"It's a fresh change of clothes." I smile. "I don't want you to stay in those," I explain. "If you keep them on you'll catch a cold and I don't want that to happen. Besides, it'll get colder tonight."

Riley takes my clothes and presses a soft kiss on my cheek. "Thank you, Maisie." A smile forms on her lips as I open the front door wider, and an even bigger smile on my face as she turns away.

I follow her into the house—with no need for directions. She makes her way up the staircase down the hall to my room, already familiar with every corner and crevice.

She's been over so many times that I've almost lost track. I can sense how proud she is of her familiarity of the house when she opens my bedroom door and switches on the light. 

"I'm starting to think this is your place."

Riley turns her face and laughs, "Might as well be. I'm here every week, I've got clothes in your wardrobe and you even bought me my own toothbrush...I guess I really do live here."

I feel a smile form on my lips, "And one day you're gonna move in unannounced."

Riley walks over to my bathroom and nods, "Maybe, so don't go giving me ideas. Or it might actually happen one day and you'll find me at your front door in the middle of the night."

I roll my eyes, "Sure, cause I'll be the one giving you ideas to move in with me." The smile on my face only grows wider as I watch Riley quirk her brow in response.

She folds her arms and smirks, "Kang Haerin, do you want me to move in with you?"

"Not the Government name," I chuckled. "But who said anything about moving in..."

"You did, loser."

"Hey, I'm not a loser, Mo Jihye." I replied.

"But you're my loser," She smiled. "There's a difference." She explained.

I sit on the edge of my bed. What's the difference between a loser and Riley's loser? I think deeply. Though, it comes down to one conclusion. Which is more or less the exact answer that she gave.

That I'm hers.

Her little loser.

A loser, sure. But her loser, nonetheless.