Rain
The storm crashed, but they didn’t care. Soaked to the bone, Maya pulled Elise closer, rain dripping from their lashes.
“We should go inside,” Elise whispered.
Maya smirked. “Why?"
"The rain’s jealous.”
Their laughter melted into a kiss, heat defying the cold drizzle. Fingers traced soaked fabric, hearts pounded like thunder.
Love had whispered before, but here, drenched, breathless, it roared like the storm around them.
