The night was deep, the world quiet, when memories from seven years ago stealthily crept into her dreams.
"Click."
The bathroom door was pushed open.
The boy showering under the sprinkler froze, then turned around and saw the girl standing at the doorway.
Wyatt Wright, nineteen at the time, didn't have the broad back he would later develop. His tall stature, straight spine, just-right abs and Adonis belt were neither exaggerated nor lacking, blending youthful tenderness with grown-up sexiness and power.
He immediately turned away, avoiding the girl's gaze.
"Get out."
His tone was so fierce.
Rae Bennett, an eighteen-year-old bad girl who never heeded warnings, let her little witch's nature shine through. She boldly walked in, defending her right, "You saw me back in River Source Town."
The shower's spread of water created an umbrella of droplets, gently casting down a transparent curtain, blurring the vision of the unclothed boy beneath, his rare look of panic exposed.
