ARDEN
“It’s just you,” I sighed.
It’s always you.
I unconsciously leaned my forehead against his chest, exhaling a deep breath. His fresh scent, mingled with the rain, felt even more comforting after our startling encounter.
“Why were you acting like I was chasing you?” he asked.
I looked up at him, a slight glare crossing my face, though it lacked any real heat. “Can you blame me?” I muttered. “You were running.”
“That’s because the rain is getting heavier,” he retorted just as the sky opened up, the rain pouring down even more violently. He cursed under his breath.
He grasped my wrist, making me gasp softly, and pulled me toward the gates of Elite and the bus stop, where a shade offered refuge. “The forecast didn’t mention anything about rain,” he complained, his voice
