Unlike them, I was laughing and not the least bit upset. When Amir heard me, his steps slowed until we were standing still beside his SUV.
He cupped my smiling face. “Why aren’t you upset? Your dress, your hair, it’s all…”
“It’s wet, and I can’t find it in me to care.” I rose on my toes, catching his chin with a kiss. “Dance with me for a little bit longer.”
Amir studied me with eyes darker than the jet-black sky. Then he spun me in tight circles before pulling me into his chest with a wet smack and rocked me to the beat of the rain slapping the ground. His smile was indulgent and fevered as I laughed. I’d never danced in the rain with anyone, and it made perfect sense that my first time would be with Amir. He was quickly claiming all my first times and turning them into something so much more than I ever could have imagined.
I tipped my head back to the sky, letting the rain drop on my face. Amir held me against him, and I felt his eyes on me, watching, always watching.
His hand scraped up my back to tangle in my hair, pushing my face forward so our eyes met. His gaze was bright, but somewhat frenzied.
“Hi,” I whispered just loud enough to be heard above the falling rain.
“You’re so fucking mine,” he declared in a tone so ferocious, my toes curled.
His mouth descended onto mine before he gave me a chance to agree, but the words bounced around in my head.
I’m so fucking yours.