NAT'S POV

Music and mindless chatter drift out to me through the slightly ajar door, drowning out the rain. Not one for standing in front of paint and canvas more expensive than my apartment, I snuck off as soon as I had a chance. I love just about everything in mother natures bag of tricks, but my favorite place in the world is in the middle of a storm. There's a rawness, a wildness to it. Something so free that resonates within me. Drawn me in. Hypnotizes me.

As if she heard the thought, a streak of lightning lights the sky seconds before a crack of thunder shakes the earth.

I smile to myself as my heart picks up its speed in anticipation. Exhilaration.

"Dance with me" a deep voice rumbles from beside me, the slightly rough timber like a crack of thunder to my senses, sending delicious shivers down my spine, making my skin tingle.

A large, calloused hand appears, asking for mine.

With a slowness that feels sensual, I drink in the tall man in a tailored black suit that does nothing to hide his muscular build. Defined cheekbones frame a square jaw with a few days worth of sexy as hell scruff and a slightly crooked nose, telling me it's been broken. It's oddly charming on him, adding to the dangerous vibe that radiates from him in waves.

My tongue darts out to wet my suddenly dry lips as my wandering stare falls to his, full and the perfect shade of pink.

They part under my gaze, teasing me. Tempting me.

His black, semi short hair falls against his forehead, framing his eyes, making my fingers twitch with the urge to brush it away. But his eyes... a green that glows in the darkness, pain and secrets deepening the depths like shards of glass, well hidden but close to the surface, sharp enough to draw blood. I see it. I see him.

My breath catches and I can't seem to get it back at the unearthly haze to the moment, but that's not a concern because the way he looks at me is more precious than air. I can't explain it, but I feel it from the roots of my hair all the way to my curled toes and everywhere in between.

I've done things. Horrible things. If he knew all of me would he still look at me like i've completed him when he didn't even know he was broken? If he saw the skeletons in my closet and the ghosts that haunt me with every blink would he walk away or pull me closer?

My heart stutters with the sudden realization that everything has just changed. Is it a good change or a bad one? Despite not knowing the answer to that, I surrender to him. I don't know his name or a single thing about him, but what I do know is that I just lost a very vital part of myself to him, and the look in his beautiful eyes says i'm never getting it back.