"I'm pretty sure I'd be okay with that," Lucy murmured, leaning in just enough that the tip of her nose could brush his. She was absolutely certain she'd be okay with that, in fact, but that was clear enough in the sound of her voice. Rain like this was a phenomenon she'd grown up with, but become unaccustomed to in her year on the island. She'd found it annoying, on her walk over. Now, she was nothing short of grateful for it. If walking miles in a storm led to them in bed like this, she'd do it any day at all, if only to feel like she did just then.