We were under an overhang, in a tight pathway, an old building looming over us, offering little shelter.
I looked at him, the rain gleaming on his nose, he didn't even notice, all he was looking at... was me. He was so close I could tilt my head and we'd touch.
"Are you cold?" He asked, the little pop in his voice from inhaling a bit of rain, his green jacket was crumpled and soaked.
The raindrop that was on his nose bounced and dropped and another quickly took its place. His hair was disheveled and messy and he looked like a little boy who had went out to play in the rain.
I loved everything about him.
"No, it's a warm rain."
His husky chuckle warmed the afternoon even more.
He took his arms from his side and placed them around my torso, resting his head on my shoulder.
We stood there like that, against the side of the building, barely sheltered from the rain, until it slowed to a drizzle. A perfect moment captured in time, shared only by us and the walls that offered no shelter.
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The Color Brown
RomanceMorgan is a young woman who has nearly given up on love, feeling invisible to the world around her. In desperate need of a pick me up, where else would she go but to her favorite boba tea shop? As she fumbles with her drink in an attempt to mix all...
