Leilani
Lonely.
That was all I could think of as I squinted up at Adonis in the rain. He was just standing there, like a massive statue. His black clothes were soaked from the rain, clinging to every dip and contour of his toned, muscled chest, abs, arms and thighs. Under his wet hoodie, his face was expressionless and dripping wet, staring at something down the winding hill.
I followed his gaze with a frown on my face but I couldn’t really see why he could be staring at. His dark hair was plastered down his forehead almost over his eyes, but he made no effort to move.
Like he was letting himself get punished by the rain.