Perhaps the sound of thunder drove us into such madness.

The quietly brimming rain, shattered down the cold ash pavement in little drops. Such a moment could not be spared with no hesitation. Her breath against my neck burned as I sprawled my fingers against her soft skin. The touch of her skin could not get any sweeter than having it against my own. I was often told playful nymphs such as her should not be taken in so deeply. How dangerous, with her youthful glow and seducing eyes, a girl like her would do to me.

"You are mine." I said to her while I pressed my hands against her wrists.

"Not a chance!" She yelled at me, using her knee to push me away.

"I kind of figured that's what you'd have wanted." I let go, gently rubbing my injured stomach.

She stares at me with her deep brown eyes. Such a stern face with lips that pout in such a childish manner, it was strange to me whether to describe her as a 14-year old girl or a 40-year old one. I turned my back on her and began stepping further away; I didn't feel like getting pissed off today.

"Where are YOU going?!" She yelled. I heard her footsteps coming closer to me so I decided to move faster.

"Away from YOU."

In the end, there we were running like idiots in the rain. I didn't know whether to laugh or to scream at her as we continued our little cat and mouse chase. I would often think if thoughts like these really mattered.

If what she does really matters.

What she thinks.

What she wants.

What she is.

I didn't really care. I just want to be with her.

I stopped, turned and grabbed her. Her frail warm body pressed against myself. Her lips resting on mine.

Somehow, the moment felt perfect.

"What was THAT?!" She asked, pounding her fists softly against my shoulders.

I couldn't help but laugh at her, "A kiss, you idiot."

"Why?!" Her face turned red; somehow that made her look cuter.

"You are mine."