"Will you come back?" I whispered through the rain, with a hard edge of desperation in my voice.
He smiled, a beautiful, glorious smile, and touched the tip of his fingers to my lips.
"First thing in the morning," he said as his fingers moved from my lips to down my neck and around my throat, leading the way to the lower part of my back, while his other hand followed. When his lips found mine it was like a ship crushing into an iceberg. All of his exquisite grace ruined by my bard mouth, like I was trying to ruin the movie-like scene.
I wasn't used to this, kissing. He seemed to understand, although I don't know if he knew the reason was because I had never accepted an offer for a date, and not assume that I never had been asked out. I could feel the heat of my chin as I blushed at the thought of the embarrassing assumption. When he pulled away his gorgeous smile returned, knocking what breath of mine was left over from the kiss.
"Goodbye, beautiful." And he walked off into the rainy night.