Windsor's POV
It's just you. I exhaled slowly, the tension leaving my shoulders as I recognized his familiar silhouette through the downpour.
It's always you.
Without thinking, I let my forehead rest against his chest, breathing in his clean scent mixed with the sharp smell of rain. After that heart-stopping moment of panic, his presence felt like a warm sanctuary.
"Why were you acting like I was some kind of stalker?" His voice carried a hint of amusement.
I tilted my head back to look at him, shooting him a halfhearted glare. "Can you blame me?" I muttered defensively. "You were running toward me in the dark."
"The rain was getting worse," he said matter-of-factly, just as the sky seemed to prove his point by opening up completely. Heavy drops hammered down around us with renewed fury. He muttered something under his breath that sounded like a curse.
