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Amelia's pov

I hesitated. My lower lip pressed between my teeth hard as my mind race. Why was he here? At this hour in this weather? I sighed. As much as I hate the guy, well pretend to loathe him to the deepest parts of me...I couldn't have him outside in this kind of storm.

I reach forward and opened the door a crack, then another when his scent wafted in with the gust of the wind. I embarrassingly took a whiff in, hoping it didn't show on my face.

" Raiden?" I said in a clipped tone. " What are you doing on my front porch in this kind of weather?" I asked sarcastically. There must be a good enough reason for this teenage boy to be so soaked on my porch.

His hair clings to his forehead, dripping wet. His shirt, everything clings to him like a second skin. I don't want to be caught staring at his toned body so I rip my eyes away and look behind him. A huge mistake when lightning strikes sharply. I hold my breath.

" Come in," I rushed, not wanting to see the storm. Why does this gu