It had started pouring down rain once Brent came back out of my apartment. Florida rain during the summer was insane, but it usually disappeared as quickly as it showed. This shower was fell in sheets to the point you couldn't see 5 feet past it. By the time Brent was able to get the bags into the car, his entire outfit was soaked through. Throwing himself into the driver's seat, he looks over at me with a big goofy smile. "I'm wetter than you get when I tell you're my good girl." He teases, laughing at his own joke. His white T was sticking so close to his body that you could see every muscle the man possessed. "I can't have you walking around like that; you look like a slut." I tease back, masking my face with a look of disapproval. Brent laughs and pulls his off, "Thankfully, we don't
