The rain came without warning, sheets of it cascading from the sky, leaving Lily scrambling for cover. She dashed toward the nearest awning, relief washing over her as she reached shelter—only to find she wasn’t alone. A man was already there, watching the downpour with a smirk. When he turned and caught her eye, she felt a flicker of something she hadn’t expected.
“Guess we’re in for a bit of a wait,” he said, his voice warm and easygoing. She nodded, laughing softly as they exchanged stories, sharing anecdotes about their favorite rainy day memories. The sound of the rain seemed to fade as they lingered, their laughter blending with the rhythm of the storm around them.
Minutes stretched into a comfortable timelessness, and each shared glance felt more familiar, more magnetic. She noticed how he looked at her, his gaze lingering on her face, on the stray raindrop trailing down her cheek. He reached out, brushing it away with a thumb, and she felt a jolt as his fingers lingered, soft and warm against her skin.
The storm showed no sign of stopping, but neither did their growing closeness. He stepped nearer, his hand finding hers, their fingers intertwining in a gentle, unspoken promise. She leaned in, feeling the spark in the air grow stronger, their faces inches apart, and he closed the distance, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his touch as tender as the raindrops falling around them.
The rain was still falling when they finally pulled apart, but to them, it was only a gentle backdrop to a moment that felt like fate. They lingered together under the shelter, sharing quiet, whispered words, content to stay wrapped up in each other until the rain stopped.
