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Yugto
his hands
She remembered it like it was yesterday.
Warmth had enveloped her in the form of a hand. Palm meeting palm, his fingers, slightly calloused, wrapped around hers in one fluid motion. In that moment, she could feel the heat that emanated from his firm yet gentle grasp rise to her cheeks, painting them a nice shade of rosy-pink. Her pulse quickened with each millisecond that passed, and she hoped to god that he didn't feel it through her nervous hands.
That was how they first met though; through clammy and steady hands, and heartbeats racing in the speed of light.
Warmth had enveloped her in the form of a hand. Palm meeting palm, his fingers, slightly calloused, wrapped around hers in one fluid motion. In that moment, she could feel the heat that emanated from his firm yet gentle grasp rise to her cheeks, painting them a nice shade of rosy-pink. Her pulse quickened with each millisecond that passed, and she hoped to god that he didn't feel it through her nervous hands.
That was how they first met though; through clammy and steady hands, and heartbeats racing in the speed of light.