Mia landed in his arms. The rain didn't touch her face as she looked up at him because his head covered her face from the rain as he was taller. He held her firmly to his body. "You'll catch a cold," she told him as the water from his body dripped into hers.
"I didn't catch a cold when I played with my brother in the rain," he smiled.
"You must have been so close to your brother," she brought herself to her feet gently. He was still holding her but not as tight as before.
"Come here, you'll catch a cold," he gathered her into his arms again.
Mia forced herself to look up at him. "If you don't catch a cold, I won't."
"Aww," he tucked her hair behind her ear. "The rain is making me feel different, especially with your body pressing mine."
"Oh, no," she bowed her head and pressed it into his chest.
