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Chilled to the bone and soaked through, I found myself standing awkwardly next to Loren, who seemed like the only source of warmth in that moment.
Without much preamble, he nudged me gently into the ensuite, shutting the world and its worries behind us with a soft click of the door.
My eyes, already struggling to adjust to the indoor light from the dark, rainy outside, squinted against the unexpected assault of the bright white tubelight overhead.
"Sorry 'bout that," Loren's voice came through, tinged with a quick, apologetic chuckle.
He didn't waste a moment before switching off the glaring light, opting instead for the soft, amber glow of the room's side lamps. My eyes, grateful for the reprieve, took their time to scan the room as they adjusted.
The ensuite struck a balance between cozy and spacious enough for two, decked out in soothing tones of soft maroon and crisp white.
The layout was straightforward - a welcoming bed dominated the space, with a sleek white couch at its foot and a TV mounted across on the wall.
The balcony attached to the room promised a secluded spot, likely a peaceful retreat during clearer skies.
I was so lost in surveying the room that Loren's touch on my neck made me jump, an involuntary reaction to the unexpected warmth.
"Oops, sorry, just checking you're not turning into an ice cube from that rain," he quipped, a lighthearted attempt to ease the sudden tension.
His warm brown eyes locked with mine, shining with an innocent concern that somehow made the room feel even warmer.
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"Hey, let me grab you a towel. Take a load off, will ya?" he suggested, his tone casual yet infused with care.
Rooted to the spot, I watched him dart to the bathroom, returning with the fluffiest towel I'd ever seen, his eyebrows knitting together in a frown at my continued statue state.
"What's up? You planning to grow roots there?" he teased, a playful nudge in his tone.
I cleared my throat, suddenly aware of how ridiculous I must look, standing drenched in someone else's room. "Uh, yeah, just realized I'm kinda making a puddle here."
Loren waved off my concern with a dismissive shake of his head. "Don't sweat it, seriously. Here," he said, thrusting the towel into my hands with a grin.
"Let's not overthink this puddle situation, alright? Just chill."
Taking the towel, I felt a mix of relief wash over me.
The moment I wrapped my fingers around the towel Loren handed me, it was like holding onto a block of ice, thanks to my soaked clothes and hair.
Trying to dry myself off was like moving in slow motion, my fingers so numb I could barely feel the fabric.
Loren watched me struggle for a bit before he finally stepped in, grabbing the towel with a shake of his head and nudging me toward the couch.
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