Forty-Three

Zyrielle's POV.

A gust of wind blew, moving my shirt up and I smiled. This was exactly what Rain was talking about and I saw him smiling stylishly which made my smile widen. "I think this is my cue to come in." I said.

A smile was earned in return.

Who would imagine that Rain would be so calm? Sometimes I felt like I needed a kind of disruption from him so I could say, ‘I said so.’ This could be post stronger, this could be post trauma talking but I guess he wasn't into that sort of thing which was quite commendable if I would be honest.

"I need some hot chocolate, do you care for some?" He inquired and I wrinkled my nose. I knew what he was trying to do. If he couldn't get me to admit that I wanted something, he could make one for himself and pass it off to me, thus having a win-win situation.

"Are you going to make it yourself?" I inquired and he nodded.

"What do you think of me? I've been a bachelor for the longest time. So making a bit of hot chocolate here and there isn't any