The dark sky no longer poured rain, but the earth was still soaked, and you two walked along the sidewalk, your feet sinking in puddles of water. Each step made a noisy splash, and the storm had just passed, leaving the fresh air and the smell of wet earth.

Johnny was on his side, laughing out loud, his hair and shirt glued to his strong body.

“Did you see that guy’s face when we went into the street and knocked down the lemonade stand?” He asked, still laughing.

You laughed, holding his arm. “He looked like he was going to become a statue! I almost drown in the puddle trying to escape.”

The water flowed from his hair, dripping on the floor, and the cold began to bother.

“Let’s go straight inside,” Johnny said, pulling you close, trying to share the warmth of his body.

You arrived at his house, the doors wide open to let the cool breeze in - but nothing compared to the heat you already felt in each other.

Without even taking off his boots, Johnny pulled you by the arm, laughing.

“Hot bath, now! And then, if we have courage left, we can cook something before fainting on the couch.”

You smiled, your eyes shining with fun and affection.

“Only if you promise not to leave me alone inside.”

He ran his hand through his wet hair, looking away from you with that crooked smile.

“I Promise. Even because, after this storm, you are my safe place.”

You entered, the house filled by the sound of the rain that still fell on the tiles. The smell of the wet floor mixed with the aroma of chamomile tea that Johnny had left in the kitchen.

Hot shower and tight hug were waiting for you.