It was a stormy night. She was already drenched in the torrential rain and was shivering. Her home was still miles away. Then she found a shelter in the storm.
He was alone at home. But he knew that it would not be for long. Frances always spent the Friday nights with him. But she could be discouraged by the storm and postpone her visit. Instinctively, he got up from the sofa and looked out through the slightly opened window. He shuddered as he saw her. He quickly opened the door and took her inside. He did not even think twice before bringing her into his living room.
She was in dire need of warmth, lest she could die of cold if no one rescued her from the thunderstorm. He could not ignore her. He did not even mind what his girlfriend would say if she found her curled up in his king size bed.
He comforted her as she passed the cold night in his cozy bedroom.