it’s raining. fantastic! you come home to house sit for your parents, they didn’t give you a damn key. because why would they? and now, you’re soaking wet while at your last resorts front door.

Mr. Rick Driver. he’s been your dads best friend for as long as your parents have lived on their farm. and he lives right on the farm over.

you haven’t seen him in about five or six years until right now.

after pounding on his door for about 25 minutes, you can hear shuffling before the door is thrown open.

“WH-“ he cuts himself off. the rumbling timbre of his voice doing things to your body. “oh. i’m sorry, maam. what are you- why are you out in the rain?” he asks, his face momentarily illuminated by the lightning flash.

he’s… huge. burly. tall. sexy. WOAH-