The Heaven Hill Series
"You've never danced in the rain; I've never danced in the rain. It's raining. Let's knock one thing off your list."
That was unbelievably romantic, and she could not believe that it was coming from him. Not that he hadn't been romantic back in the day, but he'd been romantic in the way a teenage boy was romantic. He gave her his jacket when she was cold; he'd picked her a flower from the garden. This was not only romantic, but in her eyes, it was also sexy. Grasping his hand, she let him pull her into the rain.
"It's cold," she shrieked, wrapping her arms around his waist, burrowing closer to him, relishing the feel of his body warmth.
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