'Was that rain?' She looked up to the sky, just as a large drop of water splattered onto her forehead. She looked over to him, whilst wiping her face with her cardigan sleeve. He grinned, just as the heavens opened and the water came tumbling to earth fast and quickly.
'What shall we do?' She looked around the park, where just moments later they were walking peacefully hand in hand. Other people were frantically gathering their belongings together and making swift exits through the gates.
'Run!' He took hold of her hand and pulled her through the streets of Manhattan, which was met with hysterical laughter from Betty as they dodged traffic and people, who in turn were trying to avoid the storm heading their way. As they got inside the door of his apartment, both looked at each other and started to laugh. Betty's hair was plastered to her head making her look like a drowned rat. Her cardigan covered her decency, as her white blouse had become slightly see through, which exposed a purple coloured bra. Gio's t-shirt clung to his arms and torso, droplets of water falling from his hair. He ran to the bathroom to grab some towels and a couple of t-shirts for them to change into whilst their clothes dried.
'Here, take this and dry yourself off, we don't want you getting a cold now do we?' He said whilst playful rubbing the towel briefly through her matted locks. She smiled, and walked towards the room he had just emerged from.
Gio quickly removed his sodden clothes and rough dried his hair. Changing into his clean t-shirt, he removed a few dirty mugs to the kitchen. He heard the bathroom door shut, and turned to see Betty innocently standing before him, dressed in just his blue New York Yankees t-shirt. He gulped, she looked so cute, so vulnerable. He moved instantaneously towards her and scooped her into his arms. He chuckled, 'what a day this has been?' he spoke over her shoulder, bringing her body as close to his as he could.
'You can say that again. It may have been one of the best though' The image of his skin tight, wet t-shirt came to the forefront of her mind.
He took hold of her hand and led her to the sofa, sat down and pulled her next to him. He tentatively placed his arm round her waist, she curled softly towards his chest. Neither felt the need to say anything, both content with holding each other and being close.
Lightening lit up the room. He held up his hand and counted on his fingers '1...2...3' until the loud thunder bellowed from outside, echoing around the room. Betty jumped, and wrapped her arm even more tightly around his waist. He reached down and softly stroked her head. The room once again was brightly lit by the flash of a lighting bolt, and both Gio and Betty counted '1...2...'BOOM. The sound was even louder than the last, which meant the storm was edging ever closer. Betty giggled nervously and pulled him closer once more. He chuckled at her behaviour, and protectively tightened his embrace. He couldn't feel anymore happier, anymore alive than he did now, holding Betty and counting down the storm.
