Chapter 15 - The Kiss in the Rain
Without another word, Roman set the heavy umbrella aside, letting the soft cool rain fall over both of them.
He reached out, his large, tattooed hands gently framing Clare’s face, his fingers weaving softly through her dark wavy hair. He drew her close, leaning down to press his lips against hers in a passionate, deep, and desperate kiss that answered every unspoken feeling they had carried for weeks.
Clare wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, holding him tight as the rain fell around them in the quiet street.
When Roman finally pulled back, his dark eyes were shining with intense, unshakeable love. He rested his forehead gently against hers, both of them breathing softly in the cool night air.
“I didn't come to your bakery three weeks ago just because of the pastries, Clare,” Roman confessed in a low, breathless whisper. “The moment I saw you standing behind that counter with flour on your nose, standing up to my aunt... I knew I was never going to let you go.”
Clare let out a happy, breathless laugh, wiping raindrops from her eyes. “Even when I threw a bag of flour at your five-thousand-dollar suit?”
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“Especially then,” Roman smiled warmly, kissing her forehead gently.
👉 Six months later.
