The storm had turned the city into a blur of shimmering lights and falling rain. I stepped out onto the hotel balcony, the cool rain soaking through my dress as I leaned against the railing.

He appeared behind me, his jacket draped over his arm, his shirt clinging to his chest from the rain.

“Couldn’t stay inside either?” he asked, stepping closer.

“Too restless,” I admitted, shivering slightly as the wind picked up.

He draped his jacket over my shoulders, his hands lingering. “You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he murmured, his voice warm despite the chill.

I turned to thank him, but the look in his eyes stopped me. Before I could think, he pulled me closer, his lips capturing mine. The rain soaked us both, but the heat of his kiss burned through the cold. The balcony became our world, the storm raging around us as we lost ourselves in each other.