Left to right.
Out to the water.
Then up toward the street.
The rain picked up even harder.
“Whatever,” I heard a voice say. “Good luck with the storm. Idiots.”
Anna glanced up at me. “I think we’re the idiots.”
She smiled at me.
We were way more than just idiots.
I kissed her.
How the fuck can I not kiss her right now?
My lips brushed against hers.
They were slightly salty.
I kissed her more.
Deeper.
Our tongues wrestling and flirting.
She grabbed the sides of my shirt, pulling at me.
I pulled her out of our little hiding spot between the rocks.
We were pelted by the rain.
We didn’t care.
We took a second or two to just stare at each other.
I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer again.
This time for good.
And I said something that had been on the tip of my tongue for years.
“You’re all mine, Anna.”
We run in the rain.
Holding hands.
The lightning and thunder are getting a little dangerous.
This is stupid being on the beach right now.
We get to my car.
She reminds me she’s soaked.