The storm hit fast, slamming rain and wind against the trees. You were slipping through the mud, struggling to keep your balance, when Bellamy appeared beside you, grabbing your arm.

“Careful!” he barked, pulling you upright. “I swear, if you fall in this mud, I’m leaving you here.”

“Very funny, Blake,” you shot back, shivering. “You’d really do that?”

He smirked, his eyes glinting. “Maybe… depends on how much trouble you get me into.”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh, though the wind almost knocked you over again. “You mean how much trouble you get yourself into.”

“Hey,” Bellamy said, feigning offense, “I have a reputation to uphold!”

By the time you reached a small cave, you were soaked, muddy, and exhausted—but somehow still teasing each other. Bellamy shook the water from his hair, smirking at you. “Well, look at us. Two drenched idiots.”

“You first,” you said, grinning. “Admit it—you like my company, even in a storm.”

He narrowed his eyes, stepping closer. “Maybe I do… maybe I don’t. You’ll have to convince me.”

Your heart skipped. “Oh, I think I can manage that.”

Bellamy’s smirk softened as he brushed your wet hair from your face. “Careful… I might just kiss you to stop all this flirting.”