My skin began to tremble as we stood in the rain, staring at one another without saying a word. We should’ve moved inside once it began to downpour. We should’ve ran for shelter, but we stood there, still. Dripping water from head to toe. Eyes locked, souls exposed.
Gosh, I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to tell me his truths, tell me if what I felt were his feelings, too. I wanted to fall against his mouth and have him swallow every piece of me as I gave him my all.
I wanted to kiss him.
And I wanted him to kiss me, too.
He looked down to the ground for a moment and when he brought his gaze back up to meet mine, he looked as if he were seconds away from falling apart. “You scare me, Aaliyah.”
“What?”
“You terrify me, because every single day, I wake up with you on my mind. Every single night, you stay there, too…I’m falling…” He cleared his throat and I knew how hard it was for him to open up to me. I knew how relationships scared him, and I knew about his hesitations. But still, he kept speaking, still, he kept speaking his truths. “I am overwhelmingly falling for you, Red.”
My heart skipped a beat. Maybe five beats. Maybe it stopped altogether. Maybe his words healed it, all I knew was all the broken pieces of my tattered and tired heart, belonged to him.
I looked at him, completely stunned by the words leaving his mouth. Had I been imagining them? Because everything he was saying was everything I’d wanted to hear. I didn’t know what to say because a part of me worried that by morning I’d realize it was nothing more than a dream. I was scared that maybe by morning, he’d retreat back to his fears of love.
Then as if he knew of my worries, he kept talking. “I’m scared, because I’ve never felt this way. I’m scared because you make me want to take breaks from my work. You make me want to experience things outside of my career. You make me want to live because everything about you is magic.”
“Connor…”
“You don’t have to say anything, really, Red. I know you just got out of that relationship. I know you are still healing, but I just…I want you. I want you more than I’d ever wanted anything else in this world. I don’t care how long it takes for you to be ready because I’ll be waiting…because this…I want this… I want—”
“You,” I softly said, placing my hands into his. I looked down at our intertwined fingers and looked up at him. “I want you, too. I wanted you to say those words more than you know,” I said. “I thought I was the only one feeling this way.”
“No. I’ve felt this for a while now, but I didn’t want to bring it up. I was scared to bring it up. Shit, I’m still scared, Aaliyah…but I’m more scared of not giving us a real shot.”
“Connor?”
“Yes?”
“Kiss me.”
He did so without any hesitation.
The raindrops kept falling as his mouth fell against mine. He tasted like my favorite fairytales, fill of wonder and love. He kissed me as if he were trying to show me the truth behind his feelings, that they were real. That we were real, something powerful. Something that neither one of us expected to happen.
Or perhaps we did expect it. Maybe we’d known all along, ever since that Halloween night when I decided to try to fall in love with a stranger.
And there I was, two years later, falling, falling, falling.
I kissed him back with the same intensity he gave me. His hands wrapped around me, and I moaned against his mouth as I felt one hand slowly moving across the fabric of the dress resting against my thighs. The clothes were soaked against our skin, showcasing every curve and ever muscle we each had.
I liked how his hands wandered. I liked how his tongue danced with mine. I liked how he touched me. How he kissed me. How he sucked my lips between his.
I loved how he touched me in the rain.
“Tell me to stop, and I will, Red…but I want this…I want you…all of you. If you say stop, I’ll stop. But if you say go…Fuck, Red.” He pressed his forehead against mine and moaned against my lips as he closed his eyes. “Please. Tell me to go.”
My hands fell against his chest. I felt every muscle he had as his gray T-shirt clung to his skin. My lips parted against his, and I whispered, “Go.”
Within seconds, he was undressing me, as I tore at his clothing. We went after one another as if we were seconds away from discovering our full destiny. He lay me down on the ground gently and spread my legs apart from one another. Without a moment’s hesitation, he placed my legs over his shoulders as he leaned down between them. His fingers moved across my lower thighs, and his mouth trailed his fingers, leaving kisses and gentle sucks the entire way. He licked at the raindrops that kept hitting us, sucking them from my bare skin, making the chills intensify every second he grew closer to my core.
He moved in closer, so close that his hot breaths fell against my upper thighs. His mouth stayed in one location as he sucked my sensitive skin between his full lips, shooting a rocket of desire and anticipation throughout my whole system.
“Please,” I begged, knowing exactly where I wanted his mouth to land, knowing what I wanted him to kiss, lick, suck, fuck…
Fuck…
My breaths were uneven, as he found his way to my clit, and he worked at it as if I were his queen and his only duty in life was to bring me to a state of ecstasy. He took my soul to a
