Small gestures are sometimes as sexy as big ones, and just as meaningful. In this snippet from a work in progress, a little hand holding causes some major fireworks...especially since they're breaking all the "rules".
I felt his hand next to
mine again. The skin of our hands touching again, I couldn’t breathe, and this
time I knew that it wasn’t an accident.
I could still hear the music, barely.
The skin on the side of my hand was so painfully aware of his that
everyone in the entire theatre had to know, I was sure of it. I felt like a police helicopter spotlight was
right on us.
His fingers lifted.
But no, his fingers
lifted, and his hand turned towards mine.
Ever so softly his fingers slid down the side of my hand. Once, then again. I was motionless, my eyes closed. If someone had seen me they would have
thought it was the music that enraptured me.
His fingers lightly
stroked the back of my hand, and then closed over it. It was excruciating. I felt silly as a school girl for being so
swept up in something as simple as a touch!
I breathed in and out,
purposefully, and looked around.
Everyone still seemed blissfully unaware of our secret. I slowly turned my hand palm up, as best as I
could at that angle, feeling his skin move along mine as I did. His fingers laced within mine, and as the
soprano reached the crescendo, he gripped my hand a little firmer that I had
expected, but I wasn’t complaining. The
song ended, and the standing ovation had already begun by the time we finally
released ourselves back to the present.
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