These are the moments she loves the most.

When it's dark and rainy and so soft all around; when it feels like they're the only two people in the world. Droplets pitter-patter against the rooftop and she snuggles closer into his warm embrace.

His eyes flutter open, and for a moment, she can't quite catch her breath. She marvels at his long lashes, at the moles dusting his skin, at the way his lips curl around the edges when he catches her staring.

On instinct, they both move closer. Fingertips crawl along bare skin and curve around his neck, holding him there as their noses brush. Every piece of her feels warm and loved, her lips parting around a breath that just won't come.

She understands now. As whiskey colored eyes melt every piece of her hardened soul, as his breath ghosts across her skin and a shiver dances along her spine - she understands.

All those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you cannot breathe until you're with him. Or those times in class when you - you can't stop looking at the clock because you know that he's standing right out there waiting for you. Don't you remember what that's like?

She does now. She has the sort of boyfriend who builds her up - who refuses to tear her down. Who does things that drive her crazy, but she knows she'd rather deal with his constant movement and never-ending Star Wars references than go even a day without him at her side.

He loves her better than she's ever been loved before and it leaves her breathless. Leaves her cupping his cheek and ghosting her bottom lip along his, a soft sigh getting caught somewhere in the back of her throat.

And then they kiss, soft and slow and everything she never thought she'd have with him. Everything she never thought she'd have with anyone. The distant pitter-patter of raindrops fades into nothing, her every sense too overwhelmed with him to pick up anything else.

She moans into the kiss - more innocent than filthy, a quick acknowledgement that this is good. This is so good.

And when she pulls back, his always-awed, always-loving, always-perfect gaze finds hers, and she wants to cry because she loves him so much.

I know what it's like now, Allison. I swear I'll never let it go.