Holding hands.

I didn’t know you were going to.

I sat,



Then I felt it.

The warmth of your palm.

Heat seeped under my skin.

I started.

Plucked from my daydreams.

I looked down.

The light touch became firm.

Your fingers curled over mine.



Drawing me out.

I had never held someone else’s hand and felt what I felt then.


A sweet gesture.

I could let you in.

I moved my hand and turned it.

Your palm on mine.

A silent understanding.

I curled my fingers over yours.

I looked up then.


And looked at our hands.

I was holding hands with someone and liked it.


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