He leaned over and kissed me on the side of the neck.
“You made it, Trolley Girl,” he whispered.
I nodded.
“Because of you, Suit Guy,” I managed.
“No,” he said. “Because of you.”
I let out a breath, that didn’t need a count, and blinked.
Michael looked at me, and I looked back at him.
We both smiled.
And the rain became a drizzleand then a trickleuntil it finally stopped.