A clichéd kiss

You don't know whether it's the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, the remnants of what little **** you consumed, or Melody's words, but suddenly, you find yourself gently grasping ahold of her shoulder.

Spinning Melody around, you stare into her emerald eyes. Peering up at you curiously, she can't help but voice her confusion.

"Jack? What is it?"

Words fail you as you gently cup Melody's chin in your free hand, and lower your lips to hers, as the rain falls around you both.