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The door jerked, with the same urgency as my heart seemed to thump.
His voice still trailed up my arms, leaving little bumps behind. I felt completely out of control around him.
“Rae, my goodness…and Thomas?” My mom gasped, shock evident in her focus toward the man behind me.
I walked past her but faltered two steps ahead, curious what she must see to have made her face twist like that.
“Did you ride here, on your bike, in this storm?”
Each word was punctuated with rising alarm.
Now being able to see what she did, my gut twisted uncomfortably. I wanted to hate the man, but he’d just spent an hour in the pouring rain on the back of a bike to ensure I made it here safely. His hair was drenched, the strands sticking to the side of his face, and his skin was ashen, his lips blue, along with the beds of his nails. He hadn’t grabbed his leather jacket; instead, he had on a black hoodie, which was laden with water, same with his boots and jeans.
“Come in, my goodness.” Mom seemed to snap out of it, while Dad rushed around him to grab a blanket.
“It’s no big deal,” Davis murmured quietly, his eyes catching mine every few seconds.
I felt frozen, unsure if I should just leave and take off to my room or help him.
“What on earth made you drive that bike down the mountain in this storm?” Dad asked, incredulously.
“Just making sure Rae made it safe. The mountain is dangerous in this kind of weather.” Davis sounded more exhausted than he did before, but there was still an undercurrent to his tone that kept those chills in place along my skin.
I walked forward, trying to escape the conversation—and more importantly the feelings attached to being so close to him—when my mother stopped me.
“Rae, go start the shower. He needs to get out of these wet clothes. Get him a fresh towel too.”
Inwardly, I made some sort of immature gesture, but in front of my parents, I nodded and did as they said. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to be warm and get dry. I just didn’t want to care either way. I wanted to be as apathetic toward him as I was a week ago.
Starting the shower and grabbing the biggest towel I could find for him, I checked to make sure there were toiletries.
Then I turned, ready to leave, but stopped short.
Davis stood there, his dark hair hanging in dripping silky strands that nearly cut into his eyes. He was so tall that he filled the entire door frame, still wearing the black hoodie. I sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes trailed down my body, and with his eyes locked on mine, his arms raised and reached behind his neck, tugging the thick material over his head.
“Rae, is everything all set up?” my mother asked from down the hall.
I shook out of my reverie, blinking away the sight of Davis smirking at me, and called back.
“Yes!”
He smiled, slow and sensual, as I continued to stand in front of him, and he continued to block my path.
“Then tell him thank you for ensuring your safety, and let the poor boy take a shower!”
Summoning all my will power, I stared at the object of my high school obsession.
“Thank you for making sure I got here safely.”
His eyes went to my lips, and it made me want to scream. He wasn’t supposed to kiss me at his house, or look at me the way he was now.
“You’re welcome.”
I waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t.
He did, however, finally walk past me with a low chuckle.
My face heated the entire way to my bedroom.
