*Lauren*

The wind howled like a banshee as I fumbled with the keys, the deluge nearly drowning out the sound of Lucas' voice urging me to hurry. Our hands, cold and slippery, failed us repeatedly until at last the lock clicked open. We tumbled through the doorway, an ungraceful heap of limbs and soaked clothing. The storm had been relentless in its pursuit of us, and we were drenched to the bone, our bodies shivering uncontrollably.

"Close it! Close it!" I yelled over the ...