A typical Sunday evening.
But the sky was blessing the earth with its mist, moistening the dry land. Puddles of water forming here and there. The always busy streets were emptying out as the showering of water beads intensified.
Silver nails of rain splattering on the window glass making a lovely, lilting sound. The whole apartment cooled down at the down pour. You sat on the window seat, enjoying the peaceful evening. Your only source of warmth being the hot cup of coffee in your hands and your boyfriend's large hoodie, which ended right on your mid-thigh.
You shrink further into the hoodie in search of more warmth, pulling your bare knees to your chest, inside the hoodie, completely covering your frame in it.
The drink in your cup was halfway over when the stuttering against the rooftop soared, blocking out all other noises.
The roaring sound of your doorbell going off, followed by someone banging on the door, almost made you drop the cup.
Your mind instantly went back to the movie Memories of Murder, you watched two days before, were the serial killer showing up during raining and conducting his crime. A perfect timing. No one would hear you screaming in this tipping down. Your mind started to go haywire with the thoughts of all the way you could get brutally killed.
One more bang on the door, making you flinch. You slowly placed the cup on your side and got up. The coolness creating a layer of goosebumps on your exposed legs or is it the raising nervousness. Your body got into fight or flight mode, and you carefully picked up the study lamp from your work dusk and tiptoed towards the door. A dread, slow and brutal, crept up your spine, making every step heavier.
You were feeling cold both within and outside, still a drop of sweat trickled down your eyebrow. Peering through the peephole, you were met with the sight of a person, probably a man, in yellow hoodie, soaking wet. His head hung low, droplets of water dripping down from his bangs. Your hole limited your view from seeing anything further down his chest area. The grip on the lamp tightening once again.
You almost let out a bloody scream when the man lifted his head up, only to be met with an innocent face of your boyfriend, drenched to skin.
You let out the fullest sigh of your life. Twisting the knob and threw opening the door, you barked at him.
"Hi- "
"Are you fucking nuts? You almost gave me a heart attack." His face showed pure puzzlement.
"I'm... sorry? But... what happened?"
You sighed once again. "You could have given me a heads up if you were coming over."
That's only when he noticed the lamp in your hands and the pieces of puzzle was coming together.
"Okay, which movie was it?"
You looked down. You knew it was a bad idea to watch that movie alone. He has warned you several times too. "Memories of murder." You mumbled.
"I told you not to watch those kind of movies alone."
"I'm sorry. You know how curious I can get."
"It's fine. But don't repeat it. I could have died today." He casted a meaningful glance at the lamp, making you roll your eyes. There was a puddle was water on his feet. He shuddered at the sudden gush of wind.
"Oh my gosh, get in." You pulled him inside, closing the door behind you.
You made him sit on the armrest of the couch and went to your bathroom, to grab a towel.
"You could have taken an umbrella with you babe. What if you catch a cold." You said as you walked back to the living room with a towel in your hand.
"I was already out of the dorm when it started to rain."
"What was so urgent that you had walk through the rain?" You were about to put the towel over his head when he stopped you. He pulled out two packs of your favorite chocolate bars from his pocket.
"I got these for you when I went grocery shopping with guys earlier." All the worriedness you felt earlier draining out of you like the rainwater into the drain, replacing itself with contentment.
You looked down at his hands and broke into the biggest grin. It was as if the sun just shone over the clouds, and it held it a lot of things that couldn't be expressed with words. It was a smile of joy, delight, and more over it was a smile of love to the male in front of you.
"Thank you."
Not knowing how to respond to his emotionally touched girl, he just pulled you closer by your waist and whined. "Now help me. I'm cold."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." You kept the chocolate on the coffee table and started to dry his hair.
"But really, this was foolish. You could have waited till the rain die down." He just hummed in response.
After some minutes, you stopped drying and ran your hand through his hair, feeling it still wet and continued with drying.
"Ugh, that's enough." He grabbed the towel from your hand and threw it on the couch.
"Now take off your hoodie, it's dripping wet." You tugged on his hoodie hum, trying to pull it off.
"Oooh, be patient with that missy." He looked at you with raised eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. You rolled your eyes and was about to walk away when he pulled you back by your hip, trapping you in between his thighs. He pulled off his hoodie, revealing his washboard abs and firm chest.
Only then he noticed you wearing his hoodie, which is large enough to fit both of you in. The hood was falling of your right shoulder, revealing your soft and sensitive skin, where he could leave his little purple marks. The hem of the hoodie ending on your mid-thigh, exposing your bare legs.
Your thighs rubbing together on its own from the way his eyes traveling down your body, giving rise to a warm feeling on your core.
"I'm cold."
He didn't waste no more seconds as he seated comfortably on your leather coach, pulling you along with him, seating you on his lap. He lifted the hem of the hoodie you were wearing and sneaked his head in, poking his head out of the neck opening with a sheepish grin on his face.
"And you're warm."
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