I sighed and rested my head on the windowsill, staring into the rain. This was probably the millionth time waiting in this window. It overlooked the field where he promised he'd return.
But he said that five years ago.
And I've been waiting. All this time. Rain or shine, I've sat at this window, looking for a tall, slim figure to come walking through the field to my front door. Because I missed him. And it was raining. In my romance novels, all the best kisses happen in the rain.
But no one's ever come. Slowly, I got a reputation for being a strange girl waiting for a boy that they obviously know existed. People whisper when I work my job at the bookstore (apparently I'm not that strange, because I still have regular customers), do my weekly shopping, and come home to stare out my window listlessly, sometimes falling asleep.
But today, just as the sun was disappearing behind the rain clouds and I was ready for bed, a black smudge appeared on the horizon. I stood up, pulling the window open. As the smudge grew bigger, I could see features.
It was him.
I busted open the door, running full on into the field, instantly getting soaked, screaming "NICK!! NICK!!"
Nick smiled and dropped his bag, running at me. He opened his arms, ready for me, as I ran full- force into his embrace.
"Nick," I whispered. "Nick." I couldn't seem to stop saying his name.
"Opal. Look at me."
I looked at his face and he tugged at my chin, so I let him bring my mouth to his.
"I... missed... you... Opal," he said between kisses. Our faces were wet from the rain, but his mouth tasted like spearmint- my favorite.
"Where... did you... go?" I asked. "You've... been... gone... too long."
Nick laughed against my lips. "That's a conversation for another time." And kissed me again.
All the best kisses happen in the rain.
