Derek was glad for the extra help. He wouldnâ€™t have delivered the essentials before the rain really started to hit, and he met a lovely sized splash of water just before he walked out to grab one of the last loads of stuff. At that point he would have had two options: Jump out of the way of the splash into a large puddle of water, or take the one front tidal wave. He risked standing tall, and fell short. Not only did he get hit by the wave, but it knocked him back on his arse, soaking pretty much his entire body. Derek simply stood up, shook some of the water off of his body, and grabbed the last container of goods, making sure to stay on the tiled areas.<br/><br/>As soon as his soaked body walked in, he started feeling better. Festive music was playing, and when he reached the kitchen, there was a sight he couldnâ€™t seem to take his eyes from, though he knew he would probably get in trouble if he didnâ€™t. All he could see was Mayaâ€™s well-formed body, dancing to the beat of the music and looking damn good too. After what seemed like forever, he snapped back into focus, but only after he had felt a pair of eyes upon himself as well.<br/><br/>After an awkward moment of his own silence and not moving a muscle, he began carefully looking at the boxes, trying to find one with something to dry himself off with and replace his soaked attire. After a few minutes of futility, he simply asked, his question not directed at anyone in particular. â€œAnyone know where the boxes with our clothes and towels went? Iâ€™m a bit damp at the moment.â€