066. Rain
I hate the rain. I really, really hate the rain. Those little drops that continue to pound down on the earth cause too many vibrations for me to focus. Everything gets blurry. Everything gets so loud. So while I had my hands clenched over my ears and my feet pressed into the smothering cushions of the couch, it was pretty easy for anyone to take me by surprise.
His hands gently brushed over my shoulders before I could feel the couch shifting under his weight when he slid in to sit behind me. His arms wrapped around mine, turning me to press my ear against his chest, his other hand covering my vulnerable eardrum. What was happening? Nothing made sense here; nothing but the sound of his heartbeat reverberating through my head and the intense heat rising to my cheeks.
His free hand began to rub circles on my back and slowly I grew calmer - more relaxed… somehow…
Somehow… I found myself not hating the rain so much anymore…