Landon
Inside, I went upstairs to my room to bring Lana a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants she could change into, and came back down to find her still standing by the door.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I walked towards her. She gave a small smile.
“I’m wet, and I don't want to drip all over your floor.” she said.
At that, my dirty mind went somewhere else, even though I knew that wasn't what she meant. I stood there, staring at her, my mind already in the gutter, going places I really shouldn't go with Lana in mind.
For a moment, I couldn’t move or even think straight. The sight of her standing there, rainwater clinging to her hair, her dress plastered to her skin, was doing things to my self-control I wasn’t proud of.
We had used an umbrella to walk to the front door, but t
