Steamy Diaries
Lisa was just my friend, nothing more.
A sudden, sharp knock at the door jolted me from my reverie. I opened it to find Lisa standing there, soaked to the bone, her clothes clinging to her shivering form. "Steven," she gasped, teeth chattering, "can I come in? I'm sorry to bother you, but my car broke down, and I didn't know where else to go."
"Of course," I said, stepping aside to let her in. "You're freezing. Let's get you out of these wet clothes."