Placebo Feelings

Chapter 7 I'll never give you away cause, I've already made that mistake.

##Authors Note##

There is some sexual content in this chapter between two characters that are BOTH 18
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A few nights later, a heavy storm rolled in. Rain lashed against Nate's window, its rhythmic pattern mixing with the distant rumble of thunder. The clock on his nightstand cast a faint green glow that revealed 2:30 am. Nate lay in his bed, half-asleep, but the stormy night had other plans for him.

    A soft tap on the window drew his attention. He squinted, trying to make sense of the disturbance. At first, he dismissed it as just another sound of the storm, the rain trickling down the gutters and the distant flashes of lightning. But then, there was another tap, more deliberate this time, and it couldn't be ignored.

    "Who the hell?" Nate whispered to himself, confusion and curiosity driving him to investigate. He pushed the covers aside and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet finding the cold floor. Pulling the curtain from the window, he peered into the turbulent night. It was dark, and the rain distorted his view, but he soon made out a familiar figure. It shouldn't have surprised him, but it did.

    "Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath.

    "Are you gonna let me in or make me wait out here in the rain till the morning?" Kim's voice carried through the rain-slicked air.

    "Fuck, fine," Nate conceded, opening the window. He glanced around his room, searching for something to cover himself with. But Kim had already slipped through the window before he could locate anything suitable.

    "You scared the shit out of me, in case you were wondering," Nate grumbled as he covered his front and turned back toward her.

    Kim, despite the situation, offered a playful wink. "I mean, I wasn't trying to, but I couldn't help myself when I saw you in just your underwear."

    It was as if Nate's days of ignoring her had never happened. He couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, from surprise to irritation and a hint of longing. Kim was soaked from the rain, her blonde hair now darker and dripping water all over Nate's hardwood floor. He'd already done enough damage to his room in the past few days; he didn't need a waterlogged floor to add to the list.

    The storm outside continued to rage, echoing the tumultuous emotions swirling within Nate and Kim's impromptu reunion.

    "I'll get you some clothes," Nate muttered, breaking the awkward silence that had enveloped the room. He turned around and opened his closet, sifting through the garments until he found a pair of track pants and an old sweatshirt. With a gentle hand, he offered them to Kim. She took the clothes, her fingers trembling slightly as she grasped the fabric. Then, as if caught in a moment of revelation, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, preparing to remove it.

    Nate's heart raced, and his mind raced even faster, unsure what Kim was about to do. "Uh," he stammered, his gaze darting toward the floor. "I'll let you have some privacy."

    Still standing there, Kim hesitated momentarily before offering a timid suggestion. "You can stay, just don't look. You are- only in your underwear; I feel it's fair."

    Nate faced his bed, spotting a shirt he could quickly wear to cover himself. He tugged it over his head, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. He desperately wanted to look. The temptation was undeniable, but he wanted Kim to feel comfortable, and sneaking a peek would undoubtedly undermine that.

    "Done," she announced, turning his attention back to Kim. However, Kim began to speak before he could utter a word, her words pouring forth in a torrent of pent-up emotion.