He stands there, watching her intently. She walks ahead of him; every time she takes a step in a puddle he seems to fall deeper in love with her. He doesn't know if she feels the same way back, and it doesn't matter. He is content with his feelings for her. He wouldn't mind having his heart in her possession for the rest of his life.
But still.
He reaches out, and grabs her wrist, making her drop the umbrella.
She turns to him, shocked, as the rain falls on the two of them.
He doesn't say a word, he just stares into her lilac eyes; the rain makes them a mix of silver and pearls.
She feels herself start to heat up; she is unused to this intensity from him- the cool arctic blue of his eyes makes her tense and freeze and melt all at once.
She wonders if he can see the way her eyes dart to his lips. She never noticed how soft they looked before, so inviting-
A gust of wind makes her realize that it is indeed raining, that she is indeed wet and soaking to the bone.
Instinctively, she wraps her arms around herself, suddenly conscious of her wet clothing, and the tendency it has to stick.
Her humble gesture makes him remember himself; he bends down and picks up the now soaked umbrella, shakes it out, and holds it over their heads.
Yet he still doesn't move.
She is confused- she doesn't understand why he's just standing there, why he's looking at her, why he won't move-
A gentle pressure to her lips makes her forget her internal ramble. When she realizes what this pressure is to her lips, she comes to the shocking conclusion that he is kissing her, and it doesn't matter that it's raining or that she's wet or that she's cold- he is kissing her.
She closes her eyes and lets him guide her to a place where there is no confusion, no misunderstandings or hurts-
Just a place where he and she can be free.