Disclaimer: Blah blah blah. Don't own it.

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this to Karen, my muse, To Ben, my car, and to the guy that was jogging in the rain shirtless. You were the inspiration this time. Thank you.

A/N: Ok, I know that I screw up the tenses and all that crap, but you know what? I don't really care. And I'm sorry about this chapter. It took me about half an hour to write, maybe less. Personally, I don't think its that great, but if you like it, then cool, I did a good job. Please R&R.

Sophia's POV

I ran out of the house into the pouring rain, without a jacket, shoes (or socks), hell, even without a sweater, knowing full well that he would follow. But I didn't care. I didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to see him. Didn't want anything to do with him.

I was hoping that the rain would somehow cool off the blazing hatred I had for Luke Cates the moment the cold drops hit my skin, but it didn't. It only made me madder.

Well, it was his fault that I was running in the first place. I had to get away from him, so I couldn't run from him in his own house. Outside was my only option.

Before I knew it, strong arms were whirling me around, and I was facing him.

And you know what? He has the balls to look angry at me!!

"What?!" I snapped at him. I try to get his hands off me, but the damn man is just so strong.

Wait. I meant boy. Not man. Luke is definitely NOT a man.

"Sophia, what the hell is your problem?" He growls at me. His eyes are turning yellow. I bet some other people would be frightened of this. It just pisses me off even more.

"What's my problem? MY PROBLEM!! YOU ARE, YOU ARROGANT ASSHOLE!" I yell, hell, practically scream, at him. I push him hard enough that he is forced to let me go. That's the good side. The bad side, however, is that I make skin-to-skin contact and realize that he is shirtless. And barefoot. And very, very, very wet. Damn if that guy is not sexy all the time.

"And how did I fuck up this time? What did I do, Sophia?" He shouts back, getting angrier, his eyes turning more wolfen by the minute.

Stop it, this does not turn you on. He's an ass. A prick.

He's also half-naked, and drenched in rainwater.

Dammit! Stay on track! Where was I? Oh, yah, he asked a question…

"You promised that if I stayed at your house, you would stay away from me. That you would-"

"And you expected me to keep it?" He asks me seriously, his anger slightly fading. "Jesus, Sophia, did you honestly think that I could keep my hands off you?" Then, he did a total one-eighty and his mood completely changed. I didn't like it one bit. He had that smirk. "If I'm not mistaken, it was you who started it in the first place. It wasn't me who pounced on you and licked up and down your body. No, no, that was you." The tease and smirk is dripping in his voice. That bastard.

Crap, crap, crap. I'm fucked. Shit, he's getting turned on. I will not give in, I will not give in, I will not give in. Oh shit. No, I will not be affected by that gaze. He will not bend my mind like that. I will not submit to those cravings that he's… he's…

Why is he stepping closer? MOVE SOPHIA! MOVE!!! RUN! RUN! DON'T GET SUCKED INTO-

Oh, crap, too late.

Why oh why do I do this?

Why do I press my lips to his, let my tongue explore his mouth? Why do I let my hands glide over his slick body? Why do I let his hands move over my body in such a sensual way?

Oh god. His hands are so nice. I could practically have an orgasm right here.

What the hell? Hey! How'd he do that?! How'd he take off my shirt without me noticing?

Ooooooh… that was nice. I love the way his tongue feels on my throat. And the way his hands feel on my body.

Wait, I was thinking something…