Because rainy days aren't all bad.
Morgan sat down her cup of tea.
Rain. Just great. she thought as she looked out of the kitchen window.
Then she noticed Hunter's car in her driveway.
What is he doing here?
A moment later, there was a knock on the door.
She answered it to reveal a soaking wet Hunter.
She invited him in and gave him a warm cup of tea.
They sat beside each other at the table.
His blond hair was tousled in a messy way that made Morgan want to run her fingers through it.
You can't be thinking this. He's your ex-boyfriend's brother.
His green eyes pierced her in a way she couldn't even fathom.
"Morgan?"
She snapped out of her thoughts.
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"You didn't believe Cal, did you? About him being your mùirn beatha dàn?"
She looked into his eyes and saw hurt as he said the words.
"Sometimes, I think about it. I think that I wanted him to be my mùirn beatha dàn, but deep down, I knew that he wasn't. And I can't tell you how much that hurts."
Hunter nodded and looked into his cup of tea.
I wonder what he's thinking.
He looked up, into her questioning eyes, and heaved a sigh.
"Morgan, I think you're my mùirn beatha dàn."
She blinked for a moment and then looked Hunter up and down, thinking.
It makes sense. He's always there for me, even if he doesn't know why. He's always my shoulder to cry on.
She almost gasped as she realized it.
I love him.
After a few minutes of stunned silence, Hunter spoke up.
"Morgan?"
She seemed to snap out of her daze, and she smiled at him.
"I think you're right."
He tilted his head to the side, and suddenly Morgan couldn't take it anymore.
She pressed her lips to his.
He kissed her back, matching her passion.
This was how it was supposed to be when you kissed your mùirn beatha dàn.
It was the most perfect thing Morgan had ever experienced.