Quin stepped out of her shop, the rain coming down harder than it had been when she and Magda had arrived a half hour earlier. She looked in both directions, trying to find him in the mess of umbrellas that were blocking most of her view. Finally, she spotted him near the corner to her left, walking away from her.
“Taylor!” she shouted out. Either he didn’t hear her or he pretended not to as he kept walking, forcing her out from under the protection of the shop’s awning and into the rain in her gorgeous silk blouse. She trotted along as fast as she could in her sky high heels, hoping the entire way that she wouldn’t fall down and break her ankle while chasing Taylor Hanson down the street. When she had closed enough of the distance between them that she was more confident he would be able to hear her, she called out again. This time, he stopped and slowly turned.
“What?” he asked, looking dejected and sounding even more pathetic than he looked. She made the final strides to face him and stood there trying to look as self-assured as possible though she was sure she looked more like a drowned rat than anything.
“You told me that you were going to ask me for a date five times,” she stated.
“And?”
“You only asked me four times.”
“Well, since I already knew what your answer was going to be, I decided not to waste my energy,” he said, moving to turn away from her. Before he could fully turn, however, she grabbed his arm and yanked him back towards her.
“Ask me again,” she demanded.
“How much of a glutton for punishment do you think I am?” he asked.
“Taylor, do you really think I would be standing out here in the rain ruining my brand new silk shirt if I just wanted to torture you?” she asked, watching as his face immediately softened, “Ask me again.” He stood there and looked at her seriously for a moment. She could see as his eyes traced every part of her face and all she could concentrate on was the look in his eyes and on the feelings of the drops of water as they ran down her face. Without a word, he finally stepped forward and cradled her face in his hands, touching his lips to hers in a soft and lingering kiss before pulling back.
“Go on a date with me?” he whispered, his voice hardly audible over the rain.
“Why couldn’t you have just done it like that the first time?” she asked breathlessly before kissing him again. So much of it was wrong. He was young enough to be her son. She hardly knew him. He had fully admitted to being completely promiscuous prior to meeting her. But for some reason, standing there in the rain, finally giving in to him after weeks of cat and mouse felt right. As the rain poured down on them, he kissed her over and over. Quin hardly registered it as several people bumped into them and she felt more than a few umbrellas come dangerously close to hitting her face as they stood there blocking much of the sidewalk and not caring in the slightest. When she was finally forced to break their kiss, she sighed contentedly and looked up at him, feeling more youthful and girly than she had in years. “You know, some people would say that making out in the rain is pretty damned romantic.”
“I hate those people,” he laughed honestly, pushing a few rain plastered strands of hair from her face.
“Me too,” she told him. She smiled and laced her fingers in the hair that was poking out from beneath the back of his hat, pulling his mouth down for another searing kiss. He let his fingers trail their way down her bare arms, brushing away the rain drops that had collected there. Her brain wanted to know if they were crazy or if they were headed for an imminent and messy disaster, but she turned off those thoughts and lost herself in the feelings of his lips against hers. If they were crazy, it was okay because at least they were crazy together.
The End.