the constant pressure of his palm fitted warmly against her skin. she could feel the steady thrum of his pulse whenever he held tight enough, and could feel every slight motion of his fingers as they clinged on to the spaces between her own. with every move their bodies, their arms would swing tightly, but the connection between them would never falter, not even a little.
she loved the way he held on to her hand when guiding her somewhere. she loved how even if they were just standing next to her, he would hook his pinky with hers, as if he were making a promise that only he understood. she loved that when in a crowd of people, his first instinct is to reach out and grasp onto her hand so they would not separate.
she held onto his hand as if it were a lifeline and the only thing keeping her from drifting too far from the shore. the heat raidiating off his palm warmed her core in the middle of winter, even if she had a warm cup next to her and a wool blanket wrapped firmly around her pe