The Fire That Chose Me
“Then hold on to me. If the ground falls, I’ll catch you. Evelynn, I swear it.”
Her throat tightened. She wanted to believe him. She wanted his words to be more than just comfort against the ache inside her chest. And then he pressed his forehead to hers, and the rain finally broke open.
It came in sheets, cool and relentless, plastering her hair to her cheeks, soaking their clothes until fabric clung to skin. She gasped, half laughing at the sudden downpour, but Aiden didn’t move. He tilted her chin up and kissed her, hard and full, as if the storm itself had been waiting for this moment.