*doesn't feel cold so much as tingly, all over and through-and-through, and he almost wonders if it's possible to be struck by lightning without knowing it? or maybe it's just your hands, warm and tensile, pressing through his sleeves*
*lets his eyes fall shut as your mouth grazes over his face, both arms finding purchase around your waist, his weight shifting, gradually leaning into you as though testing the fit (so new)(so different)*
*tips his head to meet your kiss full-on, and tightens his grip ever so slightly with a deafening crack of thunder overhead* *maybe it was lightning, after all*