After stepping off the last stair, I look up at him. “What? You canceled them again?”

“No. I never had any scheduled until later. I just let you think I did. I knew you wanted to do this alone. I just wanted to be here if you needed me.”

I tug on his hand, pulling him against me. I press a kiss to his chest. “I love you.”

“Yeah? Wanna get married?”

My laugh cuts with a squeal when thunder claps over our heads. My hands immediately fly to my ears. I slide closer to Mason and lower my arms.

“Oh, my God. That was so loud.”

He looks up at the rapidly darkening sky.

The first few drops of rain pelt against my face. The wind picks up around us.

“We should get going, yeah? It’s coming fast.”

Mason tugs on my hand and we dart through the parking lot.

There is no gradual incline of precipitation. The rain goes from a few sprinkles darkening the asphalt to buckets being dumped from the heavens.

I shriek, staying close to Mason as he humorously tries to shield me with his T-shirt. My hair sticks to the sides of my face and water pools in my sneakers. We’re both drenched by the time we reach the delivery van around the side of the building.

I tug my keys out of my pocket.

“Out of nowhere. It was so nice today too. The sun was out.”

I look up at Mason after he speaks, watching as he wipes his hand over his face and pushes back his wet hair.

He gives me an odd look. “What is it?”

Buckling over with my hand clutching my stomach, I fall into a fit of laughter as the rain continues to beat down on us.

“Something funny, gorgeous? You’ve lost me here.”

I grab his face and stand on my toes to kiss him. “It was beautiful today. All day, and now it’s raining.”

“Yeah,” he replies, still confused. “That it is.”

“It feels good, doesn’t it? I love sweet storms like this.”

Lightning flashes across the sky, startling me again. We both look up, then at each other.

“We need to get in the van,” he tells me. “With lightning, we’ll be safe in there. Come on.”

A wicked little thought pops into my head. Biting my lip, I grab his arm and lead him around the back of the vehicle. I quickly unlock the door and climb inside.

“What are you doing?” he asks, looking around the open space.

I reach for him, fisting his shirt. “I’m willing to bet you’ve never had sex in a delivery van before.”

He arches his brow. Rain beads up on it. “Can’t say I have.”

“Me either.”

I tug and he tumbles on top of me, pinning me beneath him, or maybe he lunges for me when he hears I’m giving him another one of my firsts.

I’m too happy to care how I get him. He’s mine.

You hear that, bitches? MINE.

The End