He walked her into the house. She pulled him close and brought her lips to his. She didn't know why she did it. Just an hour ago she was sitting in the cold , hard rain mourning the loss of her first true love, but something inside of her ached to be loved, held. She pulled him even closer.
He got overwhelmed in the moment. For a second, he forgot why he was there. Her lips felt so good against his. He missed her. They used to be so good together. He ran his hand up her back. The temperature of the room was steadily increasing.
Outside, a bolt of lightning crashed down, hitting a tree a couple houses down. The boom echoed throughout the neighborhood, and the windows rattled. The sound broke the tension that was building, and Alex quickly pulled away.
"What's the matter, Alex? Don't you want this?"
"Izzie, no. It isn't that I don't want this. It's that it can't happen. I am not who you want to be holding you right now. I am just the one that is here, and I won't take advantage of that."
"But I want this."
"You think you do. I might have the reputation of being a man whore, but I refuse to take advantage of our friendship and do something you'd regret in the morning."
Disappointed, she slumps down onto the couch. He's right. I hate that he's right. She looks around at the otherwise empty house. Meredith's house. An overwhelming silence comes over her and takes her breathe away.
"Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"As much as I don't want to be surrounded by a hoard of people, I really don't want to be alone any more tonight. Can you at least stay?"
"Of course I can."
He sits down on the couch beside her. She pulls his arm back around her and rests her head back onto his shoulder. They both fall asleep side by side as the storm crashes on around them.