HI

It's raining. I'm gathering it in this ring I wear. The sound it makes on the thin metal surface makes me remember you. The time I trew your ring to the floor.

You gazed at me steadily, picked it up, your eyes not leaving my face for a moment. You walked to me, unafraid, though I was still furious.

You took my hand, took the ring. I wanted to slap you, but my muscles would not obey. You cradeld the back of my head in your hand. My neck became useless.

All I could feel were my lips, needing... yours pressed against them, parting them slightly. I tasted you, like rain.

The sound of raindrops gives me delicious goose pimples.

salmon