“I changed my mind,” I finally said, my voice rough and husky. Ethan lifted his head slightly, his body tensing. “Oh?” I grinned into the darkness. “Mm-hmm. I decided storms are actually pretty great after all.” Tension flowed out of him in an instant and he buried his face into the side of my neck. “Cheeky girl,” he muttered. “But I agree. Storms are my new favorite weather event. I hope it storms every night forever.” Every night. Forever.
