Rainy Days and Piano Nights

The heavens continued to send down its relentless downpour, flooding the roadway.

Clara and Adams remained seated on the piano bench, her head resting on his chest, while his arms enveloped her.

"It doesn't seem like the rain will stop anytime soon, but it's getting dark. I should take you home," Adams said.

Clara lifted her gaze to meet his. "I want to stay here with you," she expressed, her voice filled with longing.

He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I would love that so much, but your mom wouldn't approve," he admitted.

"I can call her and let her know I won't be coming home early. I want to stay here with you," Clara asserted, her determination evident.

Adams chuckled softly, his smile radiant. He began to stroke her head gently, his gaze fixed on her eyes.

"What have you done to me? Your eyes penetrate deep into my very soul. No spell could be as powerful as this. I want to be by your side every second, every minute, every day. Forever doesn't seem like a long enou