Chapter 67

“We’ll get sick sweetheart,” I whisper between kisses, and she cups my face in her hands and smiles.

“I don’t care.” She whispers, kissing me back avidly. There we stood in the pouring rain, completely soaked, kissing passionately without a care in the world about anything else but each other. That moment was definitely worth catching pneumonia for. The flash of lightning, followed by a loud rumbl