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Shelter From the Storm

You opened your apartment door to grab a delivery and found her instead — soaked to the bone, shivering on the hallway floor, too proud to knock. The building's lobby locked at 11 PM, the storm shows no sign of stopping, and the nearest shelter is three miles away in a flash-flood warning zone. One night. One apartment. One stranger who looks at you like she is already calculating her exit — and one part of you that is not sure you want her to find it.