Unspoken, Undone

She hadn't expected the rain. And she certainly hadn't expected him.

One moment she was trudging up the driveway, soaked to the bone, her limbs heavy from heartbreak and exhaustion—and the next, the front doors flew open.

Adam.

He didn't wait. He just ran through the pouring rain. Through the wind. Like the world had narrowed down to just her and that moment.

Before she could even blink, he was there—his arms around her, his chest against hers, and his mouth on hers like he'd been starved for the taste of her.

The kiss stole her breath.

It was desperate, wild, and real—the kind of kiss that didn't need a reason or permission—pure feeling, raw, and unstoppable. His hands cradled her face, thumbs brushing away rain or tears—she couldn't tell which—maybe both.

And Sofia didn't pull away. She didn't even think of it because her soul had missed him too much. Her body, her heart, every trembling piece of her had ached for this.