TWENTY-SIX
D amn. It’s raining.” He takes his hoodie off, using it as a makeshift umbrella for us.
“It’s okay. It’s not raining ... that hard.” A moment later, a crack of thunder booms in the distance, unleashing a torrential downpour.
“Not that hard, huh?” Renner asks as silver sheets cascade, cocooning us in our little world. It’s as if someone has taken a knife and split the sky down the middle.
I don’t know if it’s the quick escalation or the fact that his triple-XL T-shirt is now plastered to his chest and completely see-through, but I start to laugh. Gut-clenching, knee-slapping laughter. Renner loses it too.
Two days ago, I couldn’t stomach being in the same room as him. And now we’re laughing in the pouring rain. It’s like someone’s wrapped me in a heated blanket when I didn’t know I was cold.
He extends his hand through the rain. “Come on. Let’s find some shelter.”
I could easily stress about being drenched, or potential pneumonia. But all those thoughts disappear when our fingers lace together. Side by side, we run straight into the rain, fearless, as though we’re running into war. On the same team.
We run about a block before ducking into a rain-slicked alley and finding the overhang of a restaurant.
“Come here,” he says gently, eyes like beacons.
I inch my way onto the step and huddle with Renner like we’re in a tiny cave. He pulls me close, flush against him. Though the cold rain still manages to pelt us, I’ve never felt so solid, so sure of myself. So sure that I belong here, in this moment.
I rest my palms against his wet chest and sigh. “Why do you have to be so ...”
“Handsome? Intelligent? Spectacular?”
I give him a soft, wet flick in the chest. “I just feel like an ass.”
He pulls back, studying me. “For what?”
“For everything,” I admit, stomach tangled with emotion. “I can’t help but wonder how different things could have been if we’d just been ... friends. This whole time.”
“Is that all you’d have wanted?” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. “To just be friends?”
I contemplate as the blood rushes to my ears, pulsing everywhere, thrumming just beneath the surface of my skin. No. That statement doesn’t capture what I really want right now. Not in the slightest. Because, beyond all logic, I think I like Renner. A lot. And I hate it. “No. That’s not all. This wasn’t the plan,” I murmur.
“What? Falling in love with me?” he asks, unable to hold back that Renner smile.
I playfully punch him in the chest. “Shut up. I am not in love with you.”
“Yet,” he adds with no shortage of confidence. “And to be fair, catapulting into the future wasn’t really in my plan either, so we’re even.”
I laugh into his chest. “Seriously, though. It’s weird.”
“Things don’t always have to happen exactly as you plan them,” he points out.
“They do,” I counter.
“Why?”
I lift my shoulders. “I guess the unknown scares me. I mean ... I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my mom is a mess. She’s a hoot, don’t get me wrong. But after my dad left, if I wasn’t on top of my own schedule, things just weren’t done. I guess it got me in the habit of compulsively planning things.”
“I get that. But I also think ... if you’re compulsively planning for everything, what are you missing out on?” he asks, running the pads of his fingers down my spine, sending a rush of heat to every limb.
“Easier said than done. If I could relax and find peace every time someone told me to, I’d be the Dalai Lama.”
He gestures around. Though it’s hard to see anything through the silver sheets of rain. “Okay. But look where we are. We’re stuck in this strange ... strange world. We don’t know if it’s real, or if it’s a dream, or some weird alternate universe. But we’re here. And we’re never going to get this moment again, are we?”
“No. We’re not.”
My brain feels fuzzy, like there’s static electricity when he pulls back to look at me. It’s not a normal moment of prolonged eye contact. He’s really looking at me. Like he’s found my soul.
If this is a dream, it sure as hell feels more real than any other moment of my life. Every brush of his thumb against my skin. His soft, searching gaze, catching in the moonlight. The way he slides his warm hand into my hair, massaging the nape of my neck, lighting a spark inside that’s been dormant, shoved down by the order of my mind.
My entire world is off kilter. It feels like I have no control over anything. Usually, just the thought of losing control is enough to send me into a spiral. Yet, in this moment, I feel a strange, weightless peace. It’s as though all my stress washed away with the rain. And Renner’s embrace.
Now that the spark is lit, I’m not sure even dousing it in this downpour would put it out. So I lean in and catch his lips with mine, finishing that kiss.
How did I waste the last four years not kissing Renner?
Hindsight is a serious bitch, because he kisses with his entire damn body. Kassie always told me he was a good kisser, but she vastly undersold his skill. Our kiss at the engagement party has nothing on this one. This is a mind-altering, time-bending, unicorn-glitter-magic-level kiss that threatens to change my entire worldview from here on out.
Despite being drenched in cold rain, our bodies are scorching, pressed tight. In this moment, there’s nothing that could pull us apart. Our rain-soaked lips slide against each other in short bursts, breath colliding. As his tongue slides a little deeper against mine, my hands skim up and down the plane of his back and over his shoulders, grasping at the wet fabric of his shirt.
His lips are so soft, coaxing my mouth open with hungry intensity. We fall into a rhythm, tilting, sighing into each other until I’m gasping for breath. One of his hands is tangled in my hair while the other fans across my waist, pulling me closer.
“Char,” he mumbles in between kisses.
“Mm-hmm?” I study his face for what feels like the first time.
“This is the best day of my life.” He says it with such conviction, I nearly melt into him. “I know that sounds weird because I don’t know if any of this is even real, but I—”
“It’s the best day of my life too,” I cut in. And I mean it. For the first time, I don’t know that I’d choose to go back to seventeen if given the chance. I want to hold on to this moment for a little while longer, if I can.
He gives me that signature, wistful Renner smile. I take a mental photo, logging this moment in my mind.
The rain lets up and I can finally see that the alley leads to a square of restaurants and patios. The shops boast overflowing flowerpots and vines that snake from the windows, down the sides of the buildings. It reminds me of a woodland fairy tale. It has a European vibe—at least, based on the movies.
There’s a big, old-fashioned clock in the middle of the square. Music from the nearby pub blares through the patio speaker. It’s a familiar tune.
The Dirty Dancing song. The same song we danced to at prom.
We stop in our tracks. Renner smiles and extends his hand, pulling me into the center of the bustling square. “Come here. Dance with me.”
“We’re in public,” I whisper as he places his hands around my waist, swaying to the music as a mom with a stroller angrily swerves to avoid us. “And no one else is dancing.”
“I hate to break it to you, but look at the way we’re dressed. I think we’re past caring what anyone else thinks,” he says, dipping me back dramatically.
“I still kind of care,” I admit, though I let him keep spinning me around.
“I know you do. You always have.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, hypnotized by his smile.
He shrugs. “No. But you shouldn’t let it stop you from living in the moment. Now come on, do the jump.”
“What jump?”
“The Dirty Dancing jump.” He bends his knees, ever so slightly, impaired by his impossibly tight pants.
I look around at all the people around us, rushing to get to their destinations before the rain starts again. A few curious folks have stopped to take in the show, whispering among themselves. I hear one of them say, “They must be new buskers.”
“Come on. You can trust me,” Renner says, holding his arms out, steady.
Trust. That’s the one thing I’ve never had with Renner. But after the past few days, I think he might be the person I trust most.
So I do it. I run into him and he seamlessly lifts me above his head. I hold my arms out and it feels like I’m flying, weightless, filled with air. From up here, I feel powerful, strong, like I can do anything.
He holds me for a moment before his arms start to shake. “Um, Char?”
“Yeah?”
“I—I think my pants just split down the front.”
I laugh and crane my neck to see for myself, and my body shifts more dramatically than I meant it to, straight out of Renner’s arms.
Within a blink, I’m hurtling face forward into the concrete.