As we stare out the window, watching the storm blow through our town, a smile touches my lips.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss in the rain,” I whisper quietly.
A thick laugh rumbles from his throat. “What?”
“You know, like those dramatic couples on TV, or in the movies.”
He smirks at me, and I can see the amusement dancing in his eyes, but I continue anyway.
“They get in to a ginormous fight and one of them storms outside from anger. It’s pouring and thundering, like it is right now. It’s a disaster, and for a moment it feels like it’s a metaphor for their love, but then the other person runs after them and demands for them to stop. They stare at each other as the rain pours down on them. It feels like an eternity, but then, they launch at each other like they’ll die if if they spend one more second apart. Their kiss is beautiful, and their love isn’t a metaphor, but a paradox, being at its most beautiful in the roughest of times.” A shaky laugh breaks past my lips, and I feel my cheeks heat. Did I really just ramble that long about kissing in the rain? Could I be a bigger dork?
I force my gaze away from the storm, to meet his. He’s already staring at me, watching me with a look I can’t place. His piercing green eyes are boring in to me as if he’s finally seeing me for the very first time. Then, before I can say another word he’s running down the hall towards the door.
“Where are you going?” I call after him.
“Outside, and I’m pissed as all hell, so don’t you dare follow me.” The smile in his voice is evident, causing a smile to spread across my face. I run after him, pushing through the double doors, and following him right in to the storm.
The rain is streaming down on us, the storm seeming to be at its most violent state. “Wait,” I yell. He stops mid step, and turns to face me.
For a moment, he tries to look angry, but the tiniest of smirks tugs at his full pink lips. I feel my heart pound in my chest. My hair is being soaked by the rain, and I’m sure I look like a mess, but he’s staring at me like I’m the sun on this dark rainy day.
“Well, aren’t you going to kiss me, now?” I taunt. And before I even have time to take another breath, his lips are on mine, his tongue invading my mouth, exploring every inch. I feel my knees weaken, but his strong arms circle around me, and I melt in to his chest. The kiss is electrifying, my entire body warming in a matter of seconds. I can’t even feel the rain anymore. It’s as if for the moment, it has completely stopped, and for the first time in my life, I believe it truly has.