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"Hold on a second," Harry says, suddenly coming to a halt. I stop with him and glance down. Somehow his hand has found its way into mine. "What? What's wrong?" I ask, shivering. "How disgustingly cliche would it be if we kissed in the rain right now?" he asks. Harry locks onto my gaze, grinning mischievously. Little brown curls lay flat on his forehead while water drips down his nose and lips, his intoxicating, tantalizing, lips. • • • • • Stubbornly independent girl meets cheeky, unpredictable boy.