“Her dress was soaked, and her skin was saturated. She had goose bumps all over from the chill of the wind, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want this to ever end. “You like it?” he asked, almost shyly. Kiela turned to him with a smile that felt like a laugh. “Oh, yes!” “Not everyone does.” “I guess I’m not everyone.” He smiled. “You’re not.” It was the first time such a sentiment felt like a compliment.”