Kai Matthews is currently lost.

At the time, he had thought it was smart to leave his apartment and wander around a city he barely knew.

Of course, now, dripping with rain, he is beginning to question his sanity.

Kai Matthews doesn't do love.

So why would he rather be lost in the pouring rain, than back inside his apartment, lying on the sheets that smelt like her?

He sighs, sitting down on a wet park bench.

Funny that he can't feel the cold.

He's too numb to feel anything.

Next time he'll remember to bring his phone.

Another sigh.

He can smell her, he realises.

Or perhaps, Keziah Gray is so deeply ingrained in his mind that he is imagining it.

The point is, he can smell her, and God, grapefruit has never made him feel so sinful.

"Hey."

Great, he thinks, now he's fabricating her voice as well.

She clears her throat and and suddenly, a palm is resting on his shoulder.

"Kai?"

He turns.

Oh.

"Glad I'm not going crazy."

Keziah Gray frowns, lips pursing in confusion.

"What?"

He shakes his head.

A pause.

"I'm sorry."

She smiles and he swears his heart clenches.

It's not a happy smile. 

It's broken.

Sad.

And Kai Matthews can't help but reach over and pull her into his arms.

Because Kai Matthews has officially lost his mind.

But, God, if he gets Keziah Gray, he doesn't want it back.