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Chapter 1
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When he had asked that they go out tonight, neither of them had expected the rain. He had had the, oh so brilliant idea, that they should walk and now they were stuck. She rubbed her arms trying to get some warmth into them.

"Wait am I supposed to give you my shirt now?", he questioned sceptically. "That's what those movie boys do abi"

"Would be nice", she sighed.

"But I'm not wearing any underwear", the matter of fact tone he used caused her to laugh.

"You're not well", she laughed. "That means you should be colder than I am"

"Then you should give me your shirt instead"

"Come and get it"

She slapped away his hands as they hovered around her shirt. "We're in public"

"Kinky. I like it"

"We're in public o"

"OK come on", he didn't wait for her to protest as he held onto her hand pulling her out and into the rain. She was sure to scream her protest at him all the way till they got back to his place since it was closest.

He laughed at the sight of her all wet and dripping water all over the floor.

"You're not much better yourself", she informed him.

He hadn't been joking. He had actually thrown on his shirt without anything underneath. She had seen him without a shirt before but never like this. Not with rain droplet running down his hair and causing his shirt to stick to his body in that way. That way that accentuated everything hidden underneath. Her eyes went lower, past his waist line. Whatever fabric his shorts were made of, left nothing to the imagination being wet like this.

"You're staring", the laughter had vanished from his eyes. They held a certain warmth now, one she couldn't describe.

"I... I was just checking how wet you are", she stuttered.

"The water just makes... things a little _hard_. You on the other hand are dripping wet."

"No thanks to you"

"I don't mind making you wet. I quite like the idea."

"I need to get out of these wet clothes", she was the first to turn away. "But there's nothing for me to wear. I'll just take one of yours"

She picked up one of his shirts from the laundry pile and worked on reducing the moisture in her hair. It wasn't working too well.

"I'll just take a bath"

"Oh wait", he called out. "you made me a promise didn't you? I'm quite cold. Can I take your shirt now?"

"I'm wet"

"I like you wet"

He came closer, not touching, but she could smell him, could feel the warmth of his breath. His fingers deftly moved over the buttons. She found herself leaning into him as he pushed the shirt down her shoulders and off, leaving her in a thin camisole.

"Go take your bath then"

She found that she couldn't say anything as she picked up his shirt and walked into the bathroom. She didn't take too long before she stepped out. He had changed out of his wet clothes and now only wore a pair of loose joggers.

"Oh", he smiled. "I was waiting for you. I'd like my shirt back please."

"What?"

"That's the shirt I want to wear"

"Oh OK. Let me change it back."

"Don't worry I'll help. You might take longer. Don't worry I won't peek"

"I don't believe you"

"What don't you believe?", he was standing in front of her now, still not touching.

"That you won't peek"

"Do you want me to?"

"No?"

"Then I won't"

"Close your eyes"

He obeyed mutely. "My shirt now?"

"OK", she sighed.

His hands quickly found the hem of the shirt somewhere below her backside. Slowly, he lifted the shirt, his hands running up her sides as he went.

"No underwear", he commented.

"They were soaked"

"To be expected"

His hands moved from her sides, holding on to her bare behind. She quickly jolted away from him.

"You want me to stop?", he finally opened his eyes.

"No", she murmured.

"Come here.", he ordered.

"Close your eyes", she countered.

He obeyed as he pulled her closer. Much closer. His hands went back to the hem of the shirt. He worked it upwards again till it rested on her hips. Sweeping his hands back again he lifted one knee slightly, using it to push her legs apart . She almost lost her balance as she fell into him. From behind, his hands crept up between her thighs. He felt her try to close her legs but he kept his knee firmly placed. She whimpered when his hands finally found the juncture between her thighs. Her fingers clenched on his bare shoulders as his fingers found the little bud. She tried to close her legs again.

"Don't", he instructed. "Close your eyes instead and just feel"