He found her in the rain, lightning reflecting in her eyes. She was his enemy, yet he shielded her. “Why?” she asked. “Because I can’t hate you,” he whispered. She hesitated—then kissed him. The storm raged on, but between them, a fragile truce sparked into something unstoppable.
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Pure passion, and a bit steamy too. Nicely Done!!