It started raining again—because of course it did.
When we left the library, I froze.
I recognized the rain.
He recognized my expression.
"You didn't bring an umbrella again," he said.
I smiled weakly. "Maybe the universe wants me to keep borrowing yours."
"Not happening."
He opened his umbrella and stepped closer.
"Come here."
I hesitated.
One step meant getting too close.
Two steps meant losing the ability to think.
He sighed impatiently and tugged me gently by the wrist.
"Don't overthink. You'll get drenched."
His fingers were warm.
So warm that I wished it would rain forever.