Fucking Christ. She was even more beautiful in the rain. Her dark hair was stuck to her pale cheeks, her neck, her limbs were shaking, and her clothes were soaked. She was dressed for summer, not this shit. The cream blouse looked like it was painted on her body, clinging to her breasts and torso, showing the slight curve of her belly. Her makeup was running down her face, down the sides of her cheeks. Jesus. This woman. “Wh-what are you d-doing here?” she stammered, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. She was fucking freezing. I stared at her as her question sunk into my head. The
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