scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
I've always been drawn to the rain - there's something about its rhythmic beat that makes me feel alive. Growing up, I was often called "Kiss" by my friends and family, a nickname born from the countless times I'd get soaked on rainy days as a kid. My long blonde hair would be plastered against my face, and my pale skin would shine like alabaster in the raindrops.
As I grew older, the nickname stuck - but it wasn't just about the rain anymore. It was about the way it made me feel: free, wild, unbridled. And that's exactly what drew me to him - that guy with the brown hair and beard, always laughing like he was hiding a secret joke. We met at a bar on a stormy night, and I knew right then and there that we were meant to be.
We spent countless nights together under the rain-soaked sky, our bodies entwined as the water poured down around us. And when people asked what made me so special, I'd say it was my kiss - a kiss in the rain that left you breathless and wanting more. But little did they know, it was him who brought out that spark within me, a fire that raged on long after the storm had passed.
What about you? What's your story?
