rain falling on us, heavier now. He grins. “Looks like you got your kiss in the rain.” I can’t help but smile. “Just fucking kiss me.” “Such hostile words from an angel,” he repeats his words from our first time. “But I’ll happily oblige,” he says before our lips meet again, and the warm feel of his lips and tongue contrasts the cold rain falling on my shoulders, drenching us. I’ve never felt happier in my life.
