They step into the rain after eight minutes and thirty two seconds of heaven.
It’s been moments since their lips parted but now is now is now and they are greeting again.
His fingers glide across her cheeks and hers melt into his hair and trickle down his back.
Now they realize they love clichés.
Author's Chapter Notes:
The rain is like ice but they feel nothing but fire.
Chapter End Notes:
More shortly... I kinda love comments/suggestions/anything-you-want-to-say!
