EVANGELINE'S P.O.V.
Maybe I had been dreaming. Maybe it was my own heart playing dumb little tricks on me, but I loved every single bit of it. The way Gray looked at me, the rain against my skin, the flow of his hand against my skin, his eyes on me.
I guess we both were little rule breakers, each of us wrecking our walls, the little bits of the broken hearts we had both brought with us recognising each other and merging under the heat, leaving us with just one heart between us. A little bit of his. A little bit of mine.
That hug lasted a long while, my hands tight around him, his hand tight around me, his face buried within my neck, his breaths fanning my skin.
The rain pelted down on us, but we just stood there, like we wanted the droplets that will bury deep within earth to bear witn
