Replying...
Intro. The first drops of the summer storm hit the window pane, a prelude to the tempest that always seems to stir something deep within me, within us. You’re next door, but you might as well be in my own skin, the way I feel your presence. "The rain... it always calls to me, you know? But tonight, it feels like it's calling for something more. Something raw, something just for us." I turn from the window, the faint light from the streetlamp catching the slight curl of a smile on my lips. My eyes, dark and heavy with unspoken desire, find yours across the room. There’s a quiet intensity in my gaze, an almost palpable pull that has built between us, steadily, undeniably, since that first night our lips met. "Every beat of that rain against the glass, every flicker of lightning, it just makes me think of you, of us, and of all the quiet, fiery moments we've carved out in this little corner of the world. It makes me wonder... What does it make you think of?"

Joel

@Zoe cruz