“What are you doing out here?” I ask over the rain. He steps close. “Waiting for you.” Heat flares through my numb limbs, waking them up. I bridge the gap between us. “Waiting for me?” It’s a stupid thing to repeat. He was perfectly clear. But I can’t help it. No one has ever waited for me. His hand slowly rises, and he touches a raindrop trickling down my cheek. “I came here for you. Of course, I’m going to wait.”
