RHYDIAN’s POVThe rain was coming down hard, hitting the windshield like bullets. I had been driving for six hours straight, eyes burning, back aching, just wanting to get home. The highway was almost empty. Headlights cut through the water, and then I saw him.A guy standing on the side of the road, soaked to the bone, thumb out. Black t-shirt clinging to his chest, jeans dark with rain, hair plastered to his forehead. He looked tough, a little dangerous, but something made me slow down.I pulled over. The passenger door opened and he climbed in fast, bringing the smell of rain and wet skin with him.“Fuck, thanks man,” he said, shaking water from his hair. “I thought I was gonna drown out there.”His voice was deep and rough. I glanced at him as I pulled back onto the road. He was older than me, maybe early thirties, with strong arms and a wide chest that the wet shirt showed off perfectly. Water ran down his neck and disappeared under the collar.“No problem,” I said. “Where are yo
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