Me neither.
“Do you wanna drive around for a bit or just hang out in the back of the car and watch some videos or something? Talk a little?”
Amelia’s eyes sparkle as she considers her options. “Sitting here and talking sounds perfect.”
I nod, gathering up the trash. “Let me just get rid of this stuff real quick.”
I climb out of the car, the rain immediately soaking through my clothes again. Amelia bursts out from the other side, making a run for the burger place, her hair quickly plastering to her forehead. Laughing, I follow her, using the trash as a makeshift umbrella.
We dash across the parking lot, our laughter echoing through the rain as we dodge some puddles and splash through others, our shoes squelching with each step. When we finally reach the diner’s trash cans, I toss the trash away and grab Amelia’s hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through me. Her glasses arefogged up, and droplets cling to the lenses, probably making it hard for her to see.
“Hey, come here,” I say, pulling her back into the rain.
She giggles, letting me spin her around, our arms outstretched like wings. We tilt our faces up to the sky, letting the rain wash over us. I pull her close, feeling her body press against mine. We’re both laughing, our eyes locked on each other’s. In this moment, it feels like we’re the only two people in the world, and the rain drums against us, a rhythmic beat that matches the pounding of my heart.
We stand there, catching our breath, and I brush a wet strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek. I reach up and remove her glasses. Her gaze is fixed on mine, her eyes soft and full of something I can’t quite name.
But I bet my eyes are full of it too.
I rest my wet forehead against hers, whispering, “I could stay like this forever.”
“Me, too,” she replies, but her teeth chatter while she speaks.
It’s actually pretty cold.
Wiping her glasses with the edge of my soaked shirt, I place them back on her nose. “Come on, let’s get you out of the rain.”
We run back, our hands intertwined, slipping and sliding on the wet pavement. When we finally stumble back to the car, laughing and shivering, I open the back door and help her climb in before I follow her inside, closing the door with a thud.
Inside the car, the air is warmer, but we huddle together, our bodies close, sharing warmth as we kick off our wet shoes.
Amelia pulls her glasses off, the lenses covered in raindrops and fog anew. She tries to wipe them with the hem of her soaked hoodie, but the damp fabric only smears the water around, making it worse. With a frustrated sigh, she whispers, “Fuck it,” and sets the glasses down beside her on the seat before she cuddles back into me.
Her shivers slowly subside as I rub her arm, trying to chase away the chill.
“That was fun,” she murmurs, her head resting on my shoulder, a tender smile playing on her lips.
“Yeah, it was,” I agree, feeling a deep sense of contentment wash over me. “I’d do it all over again just to see you smile like that.”
Amelia pulls the hood of her hoodie over her head, probably to hide her blush, and I reach out to tug on the strings. The hood closes over her face, leaving only her nose peeking out. She squeals and tries to push my hands away, but I hold tight, grinning.
Leaning in, my face inches from hers, I press a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. She giggles and tries to squirm away, but I hold her in place, savoring the closeness.
Finally, I let her go, and she pushes the hood back, her face flushed, but her teeth are still chattering slightly as she grins at me.
I lean forward, reaching between the two front seats to crank up the heat. The warm air begins to circulate, and Amelia lets out a sigh of relief.
“I’m sorry, that was a bad idea.” I chuckle, shaking my wet curls. “We’re wet, and it’s cold and… oh, who am I kidding? That was amazing.”
“Maybe we should get out of the soaking hoodies.” Amelia laughs, pulling hers off over her head and letting it fall to the side with a wet slap. My eyes widen as I see her in a thin white T-shirt.
She’s not wearing a bra, and I can see her small, beautiful breasts through the damp material.
Lord, help me.
I try to play it cool, but my eyes are drawn to the way the fabric clings to her body. I’m not supposed to be noticingthis. We’re friends. I’m not supposed to be thinking about how beautiful she looks right now.
But my brain seems to have other plans, and I find myself stuck in a loop of admiration, my eyes fixed on the way her hair is dripping wet, her skin is glowing, and her chest is heaving.
