AMELIA
Like a whip, rain strikes my skin, and the breeze reverberates in my bones. How is he surviving out here? My arms wrap around me, mostly because I have no actual clothes on, and I rush to him.
"Cam?" I have to yell a little. His eyes are closed, his head tilted back a little, welcoming the rain over his face. His eyes open at my call, and he looks over.
"Princess, what are you doing out here like this?" he worryingly says with genuine concern in his eyes. "You will catch a cold. Go back inside."
"You will catch a cold too," I retort.
"I am fine," he says. "Come," he places a hand on the small of my back, trying to lead me back.
Fuck it.
"Hey, hey?" I call, and he stops, looking down.
I push on my toes, pulling on his nape until my lips reach his. He holds the sides of my st
