““We went outside and stood on the covered porch. It was raining again. Hard. “Crap, I left the umbrella in the car,” he said. “Let me go get--” “Don’t be silly. I won’t melt.” “You sure?” “Oh, yeah.” “Okay, then.” He grabbed my hand--his was so warm, so large--and we made a mad dash across the puddle-filled parking lot. He had his keys out and was beeping the locks before we got there. We both jumped inside, through opposite doors, at the same time. Laughing, drenched, and cold. “I’ll get the heater going,” he said, cranking up the car. “It’s June, in Texas.” “I know, but I’m cold.””
