Déjà Vu

When the door opened and Alex turned to look at Gabe, all she could feel was a sense of Déjà vu. She remembered the first time she had set her eyes on him and he owned the door to her. She was drenched like this time and he was standing all dried up, warm and handsome like now.

He must be so surprised to see her because he asked what she was doing there, then as if he thought better of it, he asked her to come inside. She shook her head as he grabbed her wrist to pull her, her body reacting immediately to him touching her.

After the back and forth argument gent about going inside, she entered and he closed the door.

"You shouldn’t have come if you couldn’t find an umbrella to use. People your age catch a cold as well, you know.” He said as she stood there in those clothes.

He was grumpy, she could tell, but she was not about to say anything or argue with him. She wanted to tell him that the rain hadn’t started this much when she left the mansion to come here and that it was partly