The lightning struck so constantly that the night was transformed into day by the flashes and none within could hear themselves think, let alone hold ... good conversation over the din. Out of that downpour and cacophony road a single stranger, into the inn's coachyard, atop a dripping and bedraggled white steed, whose head was stooped and who clearly wished to be out of the rain this very instant at least as much as their rider. The traveler dismounted, opened the door to the stables, and handed. Because she'd helped fix dinner, she knew where things were in the kitchen. She put ice in the glasses, got two cans of coke from the fridge, found a bottle of rum and a lime. She cut the lime put everything on a tray and carried it back into the living room.As she set it on the coffee table in front of the couch, she said. "I don't know how much rum to put in so I thought I'd let you mix them for us. I don't want too much in mine, I don't drink much and..."She was going to say that she still. At first I was taken by surprise and nearly pushed him away when he pulled his lips away from mine and smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back at him; this was everything that I wanted. I was so happy to be with him and I finally figured out I saw him more than just a friend and it had been brewing for a long time. “Come here you.” I pulled his neck towards myself and we made out on his car. Jake was so locked in the moment he didn’t feel myself sliding to the left and squeezing past him. I. Not only had it be one of the most long and agonizing weeks without him, it was what he did to me while he was away. Getting the cute text messages that drove me over the edge about what he would do to me if we were together. Due to that cursed lake keeping his reception to an aggravating low we were limited to only texting so it was hard to really relieve ourselves of the sexual frustration building between us. I yawned once more and looked at my watch, 12:47p.m I decided that I would go.