kissing a horse

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“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Alya demanded, baffled as she held the gadgetry her friend had dumped in her hands.

“It’s like stopping to smell the flowers, but better.”

She wrinkled her nose at him, dubious, but he just patted her shoulder and shucked his shoes before wandering out into the downpour.

A damp, chill breeze nipped through the doorway as she stood in the relative safety of their nearly-empty classroom, and she scrubbed her arms, feeling his touch still burning through her flannel.


She might think it was a waste of time, but…

She looked at the joyous smile on his face, at the lean lines of his body — relaxed now that he was out in the tempest — and breathed a tiny, smiling sigh, heart tight.

Maybe there was something to be said for the merits of wasting time.