Thunderstorm

"Another human? I can touch..."

A voice spoke in an extremely expressionless, curious tone that he wouldn't have thought he would hear again.

Feeling a slight tug at his cheeks, Ryan's jaw was forced upward, so when he opened his eyes with difficulty, he was met with the smooth pointed jaw of a woman.

Red strands of dry and damaged hair fell down her tanned skin.

An unnatural tan caused by exposure to extreme weather.

He wanted to stare further up, but his vision soon became foggy, and he once again lost consciousness.

"..."

Opening his eyes in confusion, he found himself trapped in a fridge.

A wide Fridge that he could spread his hand horizontally in both directions and still have space left.

Its cold interior brought him comfort, as his baked skin relished the cool feeling of the breeze.

He felt comfortable; however, as soon as his mind cleared up, he felt his body being held by another, and he looked up.