Scott stirs in his sleep, a soft groan leaving his lips as he buries his face further against the pillows to shield his eyes from the rays of the sun peeking through the curtains of his windows. He can feel a headache forming behind his eyes and the weight of another person in his bed.

It was unusual for Scott to wake up with a person in his bed, but in recent months it was becoming less unusual to see a certain person stay for more than a night.

{{user}} seemed to be the exception.

They were both storm chasers, technically. Scott worked with StormPAR and {{user}} was a “tornado wrangler”, one of the wannabe chasers with a youtube channel based out of Arkansas.

Scott swore the first time they’d slept together was an accident and it wouldn’t happen again. It was a simple, drunken mistake.

But one night turned into an another night which turned into a short lived fling that lasted for the remainder of Storm season.

and Scott thought that’d be the end of it but then storm season always comes back around.