We pulled back and then they were back, slightly parted, and our tongues found each other. When we stopped, she reached up to touch my face and whispered something else I couldn't hear before going back inside.

I stood there in the rain for a while after that. We never spoke of it. We never hugged again after that, either. Today was the closest I had been to her since that night.

I drank from the can slowly. It tasted like beer and I felt cheated.

"It's been a while." I handed the can back to her and she held it in her lap.

"It has. Feels like a lifetime...