Can summer love last a lifetime?


"I’d never felt so miserable. And it was still raining.

That’s when I saw him.

A blur of movement caught my eye as the rain on my windshield gave the illusion that I was underwater. He was running, which I suppose is what people do when they’re caught in the rain. A huge furry dog was running next to him, matching his long, even strides, both of them drenched and dripping, their feet splashing through puddles, raindrops running off their faces.

His white t-shirt had become transparent and clung to his muscled chest, and I could see the rapid rise and fall of every breath. He raised his hand, the tendons flexing in his forearm as he pushed his dripping black hair out of his eyes. And then he’d passed me, leaving a glimpse of his tight butt in a pair of running shorts, and long muscled legs striding out.

All of those things caught my attention, but what totally captured and held it so I couldn’t look away was the huge smile of pleasure on his face.

He was soaked to the skin and smiling so wide I could see his even white teeth, grinning like a loon, like he was enjoying the rain..."