Phillip had kissed me until the downpour lessened, until the heavy drops turned into a soft drizzle, and the sun made its triumphant return. I’d tipped my head back and whispered that I could get used to this. He’d paused, lips at my neck, and a splinter of fear cut through the feelings of pleasure. I hadn’t meant to hint at the future. It didn’t exist, not yet, not here. But then, he’d continued to kiss me as if I hadn’t spoken, and that had been that.
