I parked in front of the green door and we got out of the car. That was clearly a messy guy's house. There were no curtains on the windows and none of the furniture were matching, the only thing that could be called feminine was the elaborated chandelier on the ceiling. He interrupted my thoughts and took me from my numb state back into reality:

- You should come inside… It's a little rainy outside. – And as if he understood my previous thoughts, he apologized - Hum.. Sorry about the mess... I was not expecting any visits today.

- You don't have to worry about that. I'm not staying for long. – I was now looking at the window in the living room. It all the way up, from the floor to the ceiling, and, in good weather, you would see the beach and kilometers of ocean in the back. I was just staring at the outside, the noise of the raindrop hitting the window was leaving me hypnotized. There was something extraordinary about a storm. I was completely lost in my thoughts, and I only notice I was shivering when Jake put a dry towel around my shoulders. I saw he had some clothes in this hands, and he offered them to me.

- You can change in the bathroom. You have more towels in the cabinet if you need them.

In a outburst of rage and pride, I threw the towel I had on my shoulders to the floor.

-I don't need them. In fact, I don't need anything from you! – I said looking straight into his eyes. Then I turned around, and with did my most triumphant exit, making a wired noises with my wet shoes in the old wooden floor. Because of the wind and the rain, I had to close my eyes. There was a huge storm coming. Maybe it was possible to get home. It's not very far. I made a point to slam the door behind me before going inside the car. I turned on the lights, forced the ignition and drove. Or tried. I could only drive for about 20 meters before the storm made it impossible for me to see one foot ahead. I was divided between going back and swallow my pride, or continue driving and get myself killed. Emily's face hunted my mind that moment. I needed to be alive, or at least breathing, to protect her. I couldn't continue and I had to go back, so I decided to leave the car right there and run back to Jake's house.

I stood at the door for a couple of minutes before knocking on the door. Just breath... Inhale and exhale... Jake opens the door and smiles at me:

-Is it raining enough for you? Only a crazy person would try to drive in this kind of weather. Get in – he said, making an exaggerated bow, allowing me in. – The towel is on the couch, the clothes on the chair and the bathroom in the same place: end of the corridor and on the right.

I walked in without saying a word, or even look him in the eyes. He should be with a mocking look on his face, and his voice was letting me know it too. I got the towel and the clothes and headed to the bathroom. I felt his eyes following me all the way, until I left his eyesight. I was surprised to see a place that was just clean and tidy, simple and white. I look to my reflection in the mirror and I felt ridiculous. Both my pride and the rain had left my makeup all smudged on my face. The mascara was running down from my eyes to my cheeks, and my hair was completely soaked. I did a pony-tail and washed my face with water, removing all that was left from my makeup. I took off my clothes, put them to dry in the bath rod and dried myself with one of the folded towels that were on the cabinet. I sensed a pleasant smell when I opened the door. It was the towels softener, and instinctively I inhaled deeply that aroma, and felt calmer. I put on the clothes he had borrowed me, a dark blue sweater and a pair of jeans that I had to fold on my ankles, because they were to long. It felt nice to be in dry clothes again. I looked at myself again in the mirror, wondering how I had gotten myself into this mess.

When I got back to the leaving room, I found that Jake already had changed, and that he was quietly sleeping on the couch. I headed to the kitchen to find a place to hang the towels, and as I was passing behind the couch I tripped on them side table, causing all the books to fall on the floor. Jake woke up suddenly and in concern, and I quickly pick the books that I had know down.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up.

- It's OK... Actually, I'm the one who has to apologize. Sorry for falling asleep, but I couldn't get a wink of sleep last night... – He barley had time to finish this sentence, because a huge yawn took over him, making him to stretch on the couch, just like a child or a cat... – Do you know you look much more beautiful when you sime?

- I... I... I was just looking for a place to hang the towels... – I stuttered, for his little observation had caught me of guard – And thank you...

- Thank you for what? – He asked confused.

- For opening your door to me again. – I felt his warm hand touching my face and lifting my chin, forcing me to look him straight into his eyes.

- You have nothing to thank me for. My door is always open to you. –And he gave me a tender kiss on my forehead. I looked at him in the eyes again, and felt attracted, as if he was hypnotized me. I broke contact with his eyes when unintentionally look to his lips, absolutely perfect and extremely appetizing. I saw a smirk, and I knew I had been caught. Before I could react, Jake had kissed me, but not as before. This kiss way urgent and yelling for me. I let myself go, I could't simply resist to his strong and loving embrace.

My hands were wandering on his back, causing his muscles to contract at my touch. I smiled to myself, it was nice to see his reaction, just with the tips of my fingers. This thought made me drearier, and I started opening his shirt buttons and discovering his chest. I interrupted the kiss and pushed him away, but apparently he didn't like the break. He took me in his arms and almost threw me to the couch, where moments before, he was peacefully sleeping. In a hurry, he took off his shirt, not caring for the buttons that he had pulled out, and now I had a clear view of that well-defined chest. My hungry look was letting him visibly excited. He laid over my and kissed me madly, first in my lips, then in my neck and finally in my chest. I moaned at his touch, and I was felling warmed. A shiver ran through my body and Jake noticed my reaction.

- It looks like someone likes this – he teased me, with a smile.

- Shut up and don't ruin this. – I said a little angry. He replied with a smile and continue to discover my body, touching and kissing me in places I din't know it would react, and making me moan his name.

I was begging him to stop that torture, but he was liking to see my desperate for him. When he kissed me in the lips again, I dug my nails into his backs and scratched him. He would've screamed if it weren't for my lips being glued to his. I saw his glare and I knew this caresses had come to an end. I heard him whisper "Trust me" in my ear, but I wasn't worried. Moments later I could feel him inside me, filling me in full, and a groan of pain slip from my mouth.

- Are you OK? – he asked worried.

- I already told you... Shut up and keep going! – I ordered, and he obeyed. He started moving and I started feeling more comfortable. Together we reached maximum pleasure... And we did it several times that night... Tired, we both felt asleep in the couch, under a warm red blanket.

I felt a strong pain in my chest when I work up in the next morning. I was still dawn and the first rays of sun were starting to come through. I woke up confused, not aware of where I was, until I felt a heavy breathing behind me, and memories of last night came together in my mind. I closed my eyes as hard as I could, and opened them again. No, it wasn't a dream. Jake was really laying next to me, deeply sleeping, and last night it had been the worst, and the best, night of my life.

I wanted to leave that house as fast as I could. I went to the bathroom to pick up my clothes and get dressed, and I left without making a sound and very carefully not to slam the door, nor to wake up Jake.

I ran to the car and when I sat on the seat, I noticed I was shivering. I was peeling very frustrated and angry at myself. I drove home, to take a shower and to get rid of the smells from his clothes and his body.