RHYDIAN’s POV

The 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,...