25. Rain, Rain, Go Away
"You know, this was a good first date."
"Good. 'Cause I have to treat the princess well."
I giggle, "Will you ever give up the whole 'princess' thing."
"Maybe. Maybe not."
I sigh, "Fine."
That's when, out of nowhere, it starts to sprinkle. Then it's a steady rain. Harry takes off sweatshirt. "Here, put this. I want you to stay warm."
"Thanks." I take it and put it on.
Within minutes, it's pouring. We start running. I grab Harry's hand. Then the bungalow comes into view. As we finally reach the porch, we are both soaked. My hair, and Harry's too, sticks to my head. Wet and stringy. My teeth chatter. Seconds after, Harry's pulled me close. His arms wrapped around me right at my elbows. My head resting on his chest. I'm like in a hold I can't get out of. And don't want to.
"You any warmer?"
"A... Li... Little," I somehow choke out. No boy has ever touched me, other than my brother and step-dad. The grip on my bag tightens. I'm nervous. I never get nervous.
"Yeah?" I look up at him.
"When I told you not to try and impress me. I meant it. I've seen some beautiful girls in my days. But not one of them tops you." He looks down at me. "No matter what anyone says. You'll always be gorgeous to me.
"Thanks," I say in a very audible whisper.
That's when he......