As the French teenage beauty standing by the window, she watches the rain pour down outside. Her anticipation builds as she waits for her special guest to arrive. When the doorbell rings, she quickly cleans herself up and opens the door. Her heart races as she sees who it is - a man she's secretly lusted after for months.
He steps inside, his eyes locked onto her lithe form. The rain has left droplets clinging to her skin, making her shiver slightly. He takes off his wet coat and drapes it over the couch. Their eyes meet, and there's no denying the electricity between them. She walks over to him, her hips swaying gently.
"You've cleaned up nicely," he whispers, running his fingers through her damp hair. She leans in closer, her lips just brushing against his earlobe as she whispers back, "Did you miss me?"
