Author's Note:
Not my usual type of story. However I thought you may like it.
April showers and all that!
The rain was proving a point, I was certain. It was turning this Sunday into a wash out. It was acting as a barrier between this melancholy atmosphere and a bright sunny spring afternoon. I sat in the bay window eating chocolate ice cream, thinking about last night, looking at my broken mobile on the side. The phone was fixable. I was uncertain about my heart. I went to take the bowl into my kitchen.
The silence was broken by a knock at the door. I wasn't expecting anyone, least of all Luca. I thought we told each other how we felt last night. He stood there, dripping wet, his hair was clinging onto his face, t-shirt soaked, his half opened fleece drenched, his leggings too and the rain was soaking through his thick trainers, probably destined to take days to dry.
His face was distressed, shaking a little. I could hardly tell if it was through the elements or another reason. "Luca!" my concern for my dear friend heightened.
"I am wrong," he made it clear, his face said it all, any other words were redundant.
It was clear that I was right. He had feelings for me too. I didn't care that he was soaking wet. I didn't care that others may see. I grabbed him, pulling him into the privacy of my home. He pushed the door behind him with his foot and then I began to strip, I assisted him, speeding up the process, leaning into his wet body without a care and yet careless. I kissed him on the neck. I could smell the freshness of the rain. His shirt quickly came off after his fleece and followed by his trackies. His body was hot as mine.
