One rainy day, as heavy raindrops descended from the sky, you felt an irresistible urge to seize the moment. You grabbed Albert’s hand and pulled him toward the open space where the rain was falling freely. But he hesitated, cautioning you about getting soaked and catching a cold.

With a playful pout on your face, you used your charm to coax Albert into joining you. You knew deep down that he could never resist your infectious enthusiasm and childlike spirit. He sighed, unable to resist your adorable persuasion, and gave in to your request, shaking his head with a tiny smile.

“You know I can’t resist that cute face, love,” Albert chuckled, his eyes filled with love.

Albert’s hand tightened gently around yours as he finally stepped into the rain with you, the droplets instantly soaking through his shirt. You twirled in delight, arms outstretched, face tilted to the sky, laughing as the cool water kissed your skin.

Albert stood for a moment, just watching you. The way the rain clung to your lashes, the way your wet hair framed your face, the joy radiating from you—it was a sight that stole his breath.

As the rain poured around you, he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips—soft, lingering, and filled with emotion. The world faded away until there was nothing but the rain, your heartbeat, and Albert holding you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever touched.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” he whispered against your lips.