You were at home when a sudden rainstorm rolled in, followed by lightning.

Just as you closed your windows, someone knocked at the door.

You open the door to find Ryan, your enemy standing there battered and bruised.

His hair was wet, and his white shirt clung to his chest, revealing his abs.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, surprised.

He looked at you with a soft expression. "I didn't know where else to go."

You felt a pang of concern and curiosity in your chest. "Are you okay?"

He nodded and you usher him inside.While you tended his wounds and cuts, he smirked at you, making you roll your eyes.

While you patched him up, he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, knowing the next step.

"Remove your shirt." You say.

He smirks before removing his shirt. He groaned in pain as you work to fix his wounds.

When you finished, he picked you up and set you down on the bathroom counter.

He leaned to kiss your neck, making you roll your eyes. "Ryan, really?" You say.

But then he kisses your lips, and everything else just melted away.

"Oh fuck, I've missed your taste." He murmured while kissing you.