Strands of red hair draped over her face. Tiny droplets of rain water ran over her high-cheek bones and creamy soft skin, which has haunted his dreams every night. Jon longed to run his lips across every inch of her skin in complete and utter worship.
She overshadowed the gloomy atmosphere of the rain-soaked day. Her long eyelashes fluttered. Jon wondered if she knew about the electric thrill that ran through his body every time those eyes of her would lock onto his. Despite the grey hue of the sky, he felt as if he was pulled into a lake; all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of intensity. He would dedicate his entire life to making sure her eyes shinned bright with happiness.
A soft smile curved the edges of her rosy lips. That smile drives him crazy, increasing the rate of his heartbeat, no matter how often he sees it every day.
The people passed in frenetic chaos, everyone rushing to avoid the hammering rain. Both lovers have thrown away their umbrellas, allowing them to drift along the wet street, blown by the sheer power of the wind.
They bounded in a kiss, so loving and tender that the world should stop on its axis and take note. He holds her gently, yet firmly on her waist, and she rests her hands around his neck. They lean back, eyes half-lidded and mouth open. The rain hammered down around them.
'Jon…'