THE BILLIONAIRE BENEATH THE RAIN
Then, without warning, he stepped closer — close enough for me to hear his heartbeat beneath the rain.
“Elena,” he said softly, “sometimes I think we meet people exactly when we’re ready to start again.”
I looked up at him, my heart trembling. “And what are we starting?”
He smiled. “Something honest.”
Then he leaned in and kissed me.
It wasn’t wild or rushed. It was quiet — like the rain itself, steady and real. The kind of kiss that doesn’t demand promises but somehow makes one anyway.
When we finally pulled away, I laughed nervously. “You know this makes working together very complicated, right?”