In the rain, his hair becomes one with his face, wetly draped over the bone structure that drives me crazy. His expression is serious. I wonder if he knows how crazy that drives me, how it makes me want to feel every inch of his skin. At this moment, here at the busy intersection, cars rushing past with wipers in full swing, we can't. I pull his hand to stop him and move in front, toe to toe. He rolls his eyes in that way he does when he's really happy but feeling too macho to show it and we kiss. The passersby melt away, the traffic too, and the moment is ours. For the kiss it's as if we've been transported somewhere heavenly and perhaps if it weren't for the cold New York rain I might believe we had.
His eyes half opened, desire battling with lust as the water from the sky fell onto our faces.
"Wha-" I cut him off, suddenly acutely aware of what just happened.
"Alright," I muttered, "now that I've made that quite awkward, I'll be taking my leave." He yelled a couple of incoherent sentences as I took off running.
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