The door slammed shut with a heavy thud as Lucas twisted the lock. A rush of cold air swept through the living room, carrying the scent of rain.
"Just the door," Lucas muttered, brushing his damp hair back. "The wind must've forced it open."
Sophie stood by the couch, her eyes following him. Lightning cracked outside, briefly illuminating her face. She smirked, tugging her jacket off her shoulders and tossing it aside.
"I guess the rain doesn't want me to leave your lonely ass tonight," she said playfully.
Lucas turned—and froze. His throat bobbed as his gaze lingered on her bare shoulders glistening faintly in the dim light. He quickly looked away, but the image burned into his mind.
Sophie noticed. Of course she noticed. Her lips curved into a knowing grin. "What? You want me to leave?" she teased, tilting her head. "You can't be that evil. Come on, I just saved your ass from your crazy ex."
