Impromptu

A brewing storm brings Garreth to Ailin’s door. Or perhaps it’s Garreth who’s brought the storm. Ailin’s not sure he can tell the difference between the thunderheads gathering too close overhead and the ones churning behind Garreth’s cryptic gray gaze. But while Ailin finds Garreth’s dark, brooding mood concerning, he also finds it surprisingly, shockingly erotic.