14 - Felicity

I shouldn't have offered to share my umbrella with Shawn.

It was a bad idea, a recipe for disaster. My umbrella is designed for one person, not two, and Shawn is a big guy, so right now my shoulder is getting wet from the rain, which means it's getting cold, though I'm trying hard not to draw Shawn's attention to it.

Also, Shawn's taller than I am, more so since I'm not wearing heels, so he's the one holding the umbrella. In one way, that's good: I think my arm would fall off if I was the one carrying it. The problem is that every time the breeze blows, drops of rain land on my cheeks. Thank goodness the rain isn't that hard — a gentle shower rather than a downpour — or I'd be completely soaked from head to foot by now. But that's not why I think I made a bad decision.

Shawn wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him.

His hand rests beneath my armpit, close to my breast. "You're getting wet."

I pull my arm tighter towards my chest so it doesn't bump against his firm stomach in