You loved the rain, but thunderstorms gave you anxiety. It was even worse now that you lived alone.

You pulled the covers up to your chin as you tried not to focus on the thunder echoing outside.

Fear trickled down your spine when you heard a banging at your door. You climbed out of bed and peeked through the blinds to see your enemy standing on the porch, soaked.

You yanked the door open.

"What are you doing here?" His eyes landed on the baggy shirt you were wearing.

"You don't like storms."

You stepped aside for him to come in, and your heart spiked as lightning lit the sky. He shut the door and stepped closer to you.

"I thought you might like a distraction."