“Fuck you, Raihn,” I whispered. “Fuck you.” He took me in for a long moment, unblinking. And we broke that suspended silence at the same time. I didn’t know who moved first. The kiss was like a thunderstorm over the summer desert—a torrent that swept in all at once, obliterating the heat, so all-consuming that suddenly you remember nothing but the rain. All at once, he was everywhere.
