Out of all the fucked up retarded ideas that Misha Davis Ever had, this was by far the most fucked up. There was no way that this could possibly be a good idea if viewed at any angle. Yet, here she was fiddling with the rain soaked sleeve of the jacket she had just "thrown on", wearing nothing but a white tank top and jean shorts underneath. The man standing about five feet away from her regarding her with the most curious expression.

"Son of a bitch this was stupid! The hell is wrong with you?"

She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks to match her embarrassment. The man held the cards he was grasping over his lips as he snorted, stifling a laugh.

"Oh God he's probably stoned too"

He composed himself quickly, lowering the cards away from his face. "Sure you can use my phone" he said

"Abort Abort!"

"Ya know, Im sorry, I- I shouldn't have bothered you I-" she stammered dumbly.

"No no..not at all. After all...What are ah-" He started, eyes skimming over her entire form briefly. She could clearly see he glint in his eye, and only then did she start to notice how truly fucked up his kitchen was

There was not a doubt in her mind that everything about her little "plan" was just too obvious. Oh the storm took the power out, I need to use your phone.

Theres no way your phone could be out too. I mean you're only like right across the street from me!"

"What are neighbors for?" He finished, giving her rain soaked form an appraising once over. He grabbed the receiver from off the wall holding it out in front of him. He gestured for her to come and get it, looking as though he may crack and laugh again any moment.

Gosh he's fuckin weird...hot but weird.

"Oh sorry, where'd my manners go." he said shaking his head as he advanced on her. the phone cord stretched to meet his footsteps.

Oh God this is it.I bet he's thinking of like choking me with the phone cord or something. Oh shi- You know what.. No. You are not going to die today just because you have a "thing" for this creepy fuck. Knee him in the nads Now!...

She remained frozen.

Now

Still she remained motionless. He was standing right in font of her now. He had at least a foot on her so she was eye level with his neck. She swallowed dryly forcing herself to meet his gaze. His odd smile had faded and he was staring at her critically now. He gestured his head to the phone in hand as if to ask "Well?"

She cautiously rose her hand to take the receiver, not even knowing who she was going to have to pretend to call. As she reach for it, her fingers brushed over his, and she gasped despite herself. At that moment his smile returned, curling at his lips.

Oooh crap

Her fingers held the receiver fully now, but his grasp on the phone didn't instead moved it so that his fingers were resting over 's heartbeat was hammering in her chest, she had no idea if she was terrified or excited. She swallowed thickly willing her brain to raised a brow, eyes skimming over her features briefly before narrowing his eyes.

"So you said you wanted to use my phone did you?" He asked suspiciously, hand still gently grasping hers.

"I-uh" she nodded

"I don't think thats why you came here."

"Wha-What?" she laughed attempting to feign being confused.

"WhyDidIComeHere?"

He glanced at his hand that covered hers, moving his thumb to her palm taking it phone fell to the ground with an audible clack. That was the last thing she remembered before his lips covered hers.