Rain falls in sheets around you as you stand hand in hand with your boyfriend, soaked.

“This is not a good idea.” You chide, holding into him as to not slip.

He grins, “Oh, it totally was a good idea, you loo absolutely stunning.”

You slap his shoulder, “Lets get out of the rain.”

He leans closer, whispering at your ear, “I don’t think I will let you out of the rain just yet.” and he leans you into a dip, face inches from yours.