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A few months ago, I wrote a book inspired by my lack of a love life. Lucky was the story of Dani Luna and his best friend, Shane, whose love lives unraveled and they both navigated aimlessly. I introduced a few characters every now and then, with one male supporting character becoming a personal favorite. Rain was, like many other characters, loosely based on someone from my life. Thankfully, he appreciated Rain’s character and encouraged more development. I took to fleshing out a small narrative for Rain, which I will present every two weeks until six installments have been published, especially for Sensible Reason. No More Rain will tie together Lucky, and the upcoming sequel, Golden Boy.

Chapter One

I sat back and relaxed. A day off from work was rare so I thought it best to just spend the day pampering myself. I treated myself to a haircut, updated my wardrobe to include more slacks and dress shirts, and finally a little bit of weed, courtesy of Shane. I rarely indulged in this recreational habit but sometimes the mood struck and Shane was the only one who provided quality merchandise for a small price. Occasionally he asked to perform a certain act on him and I obliged. Today was one of the days I gave him oral in the privacy of his bedroom.

I thought of Dani as I exhaled, trying to remove the image of Shane’s penis from my mind. He was unusually morose today, he stayed silent the entire time I visited Shane. There was no antagonizing or playful banter between us. I tried making jokes at his expense but he just brushed them off and checked his phone constantly. After I serviced Shane, I asked about his roommate.

“Nathan never bothered to talk with him again after their date,” Shane said with a hint of anger in his voice.

“Poor kid. Do you think he’ll be okay,” I asked, observing Dani from the hallway.

“Doubt it,” Shane answered lighting a cigarette. “He was fine for a while. He put on this amazing façade and even landed a gig writing for one of the local magazines, but lately he’s been like this.”

When I met Nathan at the restaurant months ago he seemed so awkward and adorable; he contrasted Dani’s usual upbeat manner but the chemistry between them was electric. I felt sad for Dani, hoping that he would cope though it seemed he was withdrawing more and more as the months drew on. I could do nothing to make him open up and I doubt Shane tried without being aggressive.

Thinking about Dani’s love life, or lack of one rather, made me focus on my own. It wasn’t empty, but sometimes I thought about it being nice to come home to someone other than my cat. I toyed with the idea of calling someone I met recently at a friend’s party but couldn’t remember his name. I decided to call the host of the party.

“So good to hear from you,” Robbie purred. “I missed you at my last party.”

“I couldn’t get the night off,” I lamented. Robbie’s parties were always an extravagant affair and I hated missing them. The last party was thrown together at the last minute on a weekday and my boss refused to let me leave early. From what I heard, there were several arrests made after neighbors complained of public indecency.

“The boy you talked to last time you attended was here. I’m fairly certain he was looking for you,” Robbie teased. “I know that’s why you called.”

“I hate you,” I said. “Are you going to torture me or just let me have his name and number?”

“Both,” Robbie responded. “Come to my next party with Shane in tow. I plan to have some fun with him.”

“Fine,” I reluctantly agreed. Convincing Shane to come with me wouldn’t be hard since his relationship ended with Aiden the pretentious fuck. “Now may I have mysterious guy’s name and number?”

“Nope,” Robbie answered as he hung up.

I was dumbfounded. Not only had I agreed to bring Shane, I knew if I went against my word there would be no more parties. Before I could throw my phone against the wall, it rang. Startled I answered it after a few rings; convinced Robbie was pulling my leg.

“Hi, is this Rain,” a voice asked.

“It might be,” I answered, agitated that I was being taken for a fool. “Who is this?”

“It’s Colt. We met at Robbie’s party a few weeks ago. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you but nobody would give me your name or number.” Colt trailed off and I was seemingly lost in his deep husky voice. I thought back to our initial encounter at the Grecian themed party Robbie threw.

Colt towered over me by half a foot but his colossal stature did not intimidate me. He was a gentle giant; I knew it when he smiled. We spent the better part of the night dancing close. At one point I felt comfortable enough to rest my head against his chest as we slow danced. The music was anything but slow, but I was into the intimate moment we shared. When we became tired, we slumped together on a velvet sofa. I dozed off and woke several hours later alone. It was a fairytale dream that I never wanted to end. I spent days thinking of that night before putting it out of my mind. I never learned his name and hoped I would move past this stranger. Here he was asking me out.

“Robbie told me not to see you until the party this weekend,” Colt said. “Hopefully after we get reacquainted we could go out?”

“I’d like that,” I finally snapped back to reality. “Is there a theme this time?”

“I don’t think so,” Colt answered.

I wondered what this upcoming party would hold for us. I didn’t voice my curiosity to Colt but told him I would see him this weekend and hung up. I was wary of Robbie’s party but decided I would keep up my end of the deal and invite Shane to accompany me.

“No,” Shane screamed after I called to ask him to be my plus one.

“It’s important! I need to see Colt again,” I begged. “If you don’t come, I’ll never get to know true love.”

“You’re annoying,” Shane said. “I’ll go but I won’t like it.”

Without saying goodbye, Shane disconnected and I immediately phoned Robbie.

“Good boy,” Robbie purred after I told him Shane would be in attendance. “You won’t regret this. Now…you must not speak to Colt until this weekend. It’ll be worth it. Trust me.”

I muttered that I’d be obedient and ended the call; Robbie’s vague statements teeming with a mysterious lure. I turned to Nox who stared intently at me.

“What do you think of Robbie,” I asked, surprised to hear my cat meow. “I hope that means you agree he’s odd. You’ll like Colt though.”

I scooped Nox into my arms and carried him to the room and began planning my outfit for the weekend.

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