The rain poured down in sheets, soaking everything as I huddled under a small awning. My umbrella had flipped inside out earlier, and I was left to watch the storm, resigned to waiting it out.

“Forgot your raincoat?” a deep voice asked.

I turned to see a stranger holding an umbrella, his jacket dripping wet but his smile warm. His hair was damp, and the way the water clung to him made my cheeks flush.

“Something like that,” I replied, my voice wavering slightly under his gaze.

“Come on,” he said, stepping closer to shield me with his umbrella. The intimacy of the moment was electric, our shoulders brushing as we shared the small space.

“Thanks,” I murmured, feeling the warmth of his arm against mine.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied, his voice softer now. His eyes lingered on mine, the tension building with every passing second.

Before I could think, his lips were on mine, the rain creating a cocoon of sound around us. His kiss was firm but tender, his hands gripping my waist as if he couldn’t let go. Removing my pants and do the did. Every touch and stroke was amazing.

When we pulled apart, breathless and flushed, he grinned. “Rainy days aren’t so bad, huh?”