💋 kissing in the rain, straight out of a movie
Dating Alex was an exercise in patience—in the best way. He was steady, intentional, never one to rush. Which is why, after that almost kiss outside my door, I spent days replaying it in my head. Did he regret not kissing me? Was I supposed to make the next move?
Then came the rain.
We had gone out for a late dinner, and by the time we left, the city was drenched. He walked me to his car, his jacket barely keeping us both dry. Inside, the air smelled like rain and his cologne, and my heart was beating so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
For a moment, we just sat there, watching the downpour streak across the windshield. Then he turned to me, his gaze steady. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you,” he admitted, voice lower than usual.
I barely had time to breathe before he leaned in—slow, deliberate, like everything he did. His lips met mine, warm despite the cold rain outside. And just like that, patience turned into something much sweeter.
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