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“No need,” I say while opening my car’s app.

“Is your car going to magically come to us?”

Pressing the button, I look at her with a smirk. “Yes.”

Before she can question it, the car pulls up before us, and she clicks her tongue. “You bougie bitch.”

“Hey, this bougie bitch is protecting you from getting soaked from the storm.” I press the button on the keys to unlock the doors and open the trunk. Taking the bags from her hands, I wink at her. “Because that’s my job.”

“Theodore Torres.” She tries to hide her smile.

Pellets of rain drench me within seconds. As I close the trunk, Wren squeals and nearly throws herself in the passenger seat.

My cotton tee is soaked, and chills run over my body when I get in. “Shit, it’s cold!”

“We shouldn’t have blasted the AC on the drive over.” Wren’s teeth chatter.

“I’ll turn on the seat warmers.”

“Seat warmers!?” she exclaims.

I press the button, and in seconds, my ass is toasty. “How’s that for bougie?”

“I take it back,” she sighs, leaning back in her seat. “I approve of this.”

I reach over and squeeze my girl’s hand, bringing it to my lips. “Let’s get home.”

Even though the car can drive itself, I decide not to give Wren a heart attack and keep both my hands on the wheel. I don’t mind driving in the rain; it’s rather serene once all the idiots get off the road.

“Do you know what the rain reminds me of?” Wren asks out of the blue.

“What’s that?” I respond, keeping my eyes on the road.

“The night you and I took on the classic dungeon in WoSaF.”

As soon as she says it, I know exactly what she’s talking about. “It was raining that night!”

“Just like this. Do you remember why we two-manned it?”

“You wanted to see if that rare pet would drop.”

Wren had a massive collection of pets and mounts. Everyone was envious of it, especially me. But while everyone could only appreciate her art, I got the inside scoop, and she started to help me build my own. It was the main reason we met.

“Yeah. . . it didn’t drop,” she chuckles. “But it was so much fun.”

“We stayed up until the sun rose. Mom was pissed,” I say with a wide grin.

“Because it was a school night.” Wren holds her center as she laughs. “Oh, goodness.” She swipes at her eyes as I pull into the parking garage. “We had a lot of good times in that game.”

“We certainly did. And we have many more good times to come.”

With the bags in tow, we walk back into our home. Every inch of me is drenched, and while I enjoy how Wren looks in a wet shirt, we’re both uncomfortable.

“Do you want to shower first?” she asks while dragging the bags into her room.

“Why would I do that?” I ask with an arched brow.

“Oh, I forgot. You have two bathrooms,” she calls out.

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