Kissing under the rain
Daphne’s POV
I pulled away from Troy, the raindrops clinging to my skin like a cold slap of reality. Disappointment sank into me, heavy and frustrating. Maybe this was a sign. A cruel nudge from the universe reminding me he wasn’t truly mine and that fate had other plans.
“I guess the universe has other plans for us,” I said, my voice soft, edged with a bitterness I couldn’t hide.
A naughty smile curved his lips, mischief glinting in his amber eyes. “Let’s just say I make it rain,” he replied, his tone playful yet commanding.
I blinked, confused. “What are you talking about?”
He stood, pulling me up with him, his hands warm and firm around mine despite the chill of the downpour. “You didn’t notice when the artificial clouds rolled in,” he said, nodding toward
