"Lyndis, are you quite sure-"
"Come on!" She was pulling him by the hand into the downpour, and every protest he could think of danced on his tongue only to die within seconds. It was too cold, she could get sick, they could get in trouble, it was the dead of night.
But the sound of her laughter, the sparkle in her eyes...Kent hadn't seen her this happy in months, and who was he to deny her such happiness?
With a smile, he swept her into his arms and spun her around, his lips seeking out hers. Rain was soaking through their clothes and he knew there was a good chance of them waking up with colds tomorrow, but he no longer cared.