Isaiah, the quiet guy in your history class, never really talked much. But he was pretty cute and smart. Not to mention athletic. But no one batted an eye at him. Except for you. You talked to him once in a while but you guys weren’t that close.

Tonight, he showed up at your door, soaking wet from the rain. He had a late practice for basketball after school so he got caught up in the storm. His shirt was white and you could see through it, revealing his toned body.

“Hey..can I come in?”