It was raining.
We’d had a harsh row via text.
I was so close to ending our relationship, that I stopped answering you in case I really did it.
You were angry because you thought I’d been flirting with a guy in front of you, when in truth me and he were just close friends and clowned about a lot.
My phone rang, and I saw it was you calling.
I rejected your call.
I didn’t want to talk to you.
I was too wound up.
Lightning flashed across the sky, and I got up and drew my curtains, sighing as doorbell rang.
I wasn’t expecting anyone, so when I answered, I was shocked to see you.
Rain poured down on your head, your clothes soaking wet as you stared at me through dark eyes, as dark as the storm in the sky.
The kiss was fierce.
I pulled you inside, mouth still on yours, as thunder clapped.
Words weren’t needed as we raced into the bedroom in the dark.
When lightning streaked again and illuminated your face I fell in deeper in love with you… and with them.
Your beautiful, stormy eyes.
Makala Thomas ❤️.