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Chapter 49: Rain Kisses

Author: Penella
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-19 03:56:03

The rain soaked through my blouse, clinging to my skin like memory itself. Zane was in front of me, silent, eyes dark and unreadable as thunder rolled overhead. But all I could think about was another storm, one from years ago.

We had skipped class that day. First year of uni. He’d dared me to race him across the quad just as the sky cracked open. We were breathless, soaked, laughing like we had the world on a string. I remembered the way my hair stuck to my cheeks, how he brushed it back with fingers that trembled ever so slightly.

“You’re beautiful when you’re reckless,” he’d whispered.

And then Zane had kissed me. It wasn’t soft or hesitant. It was like he’d been waiting for the sky to split open to give him permission. His mouth tasted like rain and adrenaline and something dangerous and unspoken. It had been my first kiss. A beautiful and magical one. I didn’t know much about kissing, but it felt natural with him. As if our lips were made to be molded together.

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