"I'm glad you're not dead."
"Likewise."
She showed up on his doorstep, just hours after the tornado, without texting or calling and wordlessly strolled into his bedroom, stripping her clothes off as she went. Garrett was going to question her, but after the day they had, he decided just to go with the flow. He needed a release anyway.
After they both were naked and in bed, it was Dina who initiated the start of the night. She swung her leg over his hips and kissed him roughly, her tongue exploring his mouth while his hands caressed her lower back and rear end. Her long hair tickled his face, but he welcomed the feel of it. The kiss lasted longer than normal. Usually they were rough and passionate or they barely kissed at all. This time it was more of desperation to feel the other, to feel something.
A few hours later, well into the early morning, Garrett grunted and Dina whimpered one final time in another rush of orgasms. He was propped up on his forearms above her and he shifted his hips to slide off her, but Dina lifted her legs and anchored him to her, her arms wrapping tighter around his shoulders.
Again, Garratt felt the need to make a comment, but held off. Instead, he lifted his head from her neck and pressed his forehead against hers, kissing her gently. He figured she wouldn't respond and would start yelling at him for being 'affectionate', but she surprised him by kissing him back tendlerly.
And later, when she was tangled up in his sheets, wearing his shirt and cuddling into his side, he found himself almost in shock. They weren't in a relationship. They weren't even friends. It was sex.
But in that moment, as he watched her sleep, looking her most vulnerable, Garrett realized it wasn't surprise he felt. It was adoration.
And that scared the hell out of him more than anything.