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sun had set, it started to get dark. Adin sighed, and she assumed it was because he realized they’d have to go soon.
He looked back into her eyes. He took his free hand and delicately brushed her cheek with trembling fingers. His touch on her face was indescribable. He sighed again and put his hand down onto his lap without taking his eyes off her. “I’m not sure how to do this,” he confessed, and she realized that this was one of the things that terrified him. He didn’t know how to be with her. “We’ve been friends for so long,” he continued, “and I’m scared that I—I mean, we—might do something that will hurt that friendship.”
“Why don’t we just play everything by ear?” Then she couldn’t help herself; she reached up with her free hand to stroke his cheek. She wanted to comfort him. She wanted to touch him. Her hand was cold against his warm cheek, and with her trembling fingers, she could feel how soft his face was.
Adin’s breath caught, and his eyes bored into hers at her touch. He reached up with his free hand and placed it over hers on his face. Her hand curved around his features, and she could feel his hot breath on her cold palm. He shut his eyes and leaned slightly into their hands. Even though only several seconds had passed without either of them moving, it felt like an eternity.
He opened his eyes and shifted his head back up. He seemed unwilling to, but eventually, let his hand fall from hers. She slowly slid her hand down his cheek until the tips of her fingernails grazed his jaw and then dropped her hand back into her lap.
“That sounds good to me,” he whispered.
What was he talking about? She had to quickly think back at what she had just said. Right, playing it by ear , she remembered.
She smiled at him and nodded.
He reached back up and stroked her cheek again while he spoke. “But I think we should take things slowly.”
She started marveling in how strongly her reactions were to him. She wanted to put her hand on top of his like he’d just done to her. Then she remembered the night of her birthday party when he’d hugged her and she couldn’t stop herself from caressing his neck, just as she couldn’t stop herself from caressing his cheek a few minutes ago. The bond of their friendship had grown much stronger. She knew she’d have to be more aware of her reactions if they were going to be taking things slowly.
“Slowly works for me,” she said with a half-smile, keeping her hand in her lap.
He moved his hand across her cheek to beside her ear and then slowly slid it down her jaw before dropping it from her face. He finally unlocked her from his gaze, looking down at her hand that he’d been holding all evening. “Slowly,” he murmured, but it seemed as if he were directing that to himself rather than to her. He looked back at her eyes and smiled. “We should probably get going.”
He released her hand after she nodded and picked up the platter to put it in the basket. Then he hesitated and put it right in front of her. “Would you like some more before I put this away?”
Knowing she was already beyond stuffed, she took a couple of the small mints and said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said smiling, a little more relaxed.
He put the platter in the basket, and she picked up the glasses and handed them to him. Partly because she wanted to help, but mostly because she knew she wouldn’t be able to drink more if he’d offered.
They both stood up, and he folded the blanket and placed it over his arm. He picked up the basket with the same hand, and placed his free hand on the small of her back. They walked over to his car, and he opened the door for her before putting the items in his trunk. After he started the car and got on the main road, he reached over to hold her hand again.
The ride to her house was pleasant. She glanced at him often, and she could feel him doing the same. They were both smiling. Every now and then, he’d
He looked back into her eyes. He took his free hand and delicately brushed her cheek with trembling fingers. His touch on her face was indescribable. He sighed again and put his hand down onto his lap without taking his eyes off her. “I’m not sure how to do this,” he confessed, and she realized that this was one of the things that terrified him. He didn’t know how to be with her. “We’ve been friends for so long,” he continued, “and I’m scared that I—I mean, we—might do something that will hurt that friendship.”
“Why don’t we just play everything by ear?” Then she couldn’t help herself; she reached up with her free hand to stroke his cheek. She wanted to comfort him. She wanted to touch him. Her hand was cold against his warm cheek, and with her trembling fingers, she could feel how soft his face was.
Adin’s breath caught, and his eyes bored into hers at her touch. He reached up with his free hand and placed it over hers on his face. Her hand curved around his features, and she could feel his hot breath on her cold palm. He shut his eyes and leaned slightly into their hands. Even though only several seconds had passed without either of them moving, it felt like an eternity.
He opened his eyes and shifted his head back up. He seemed unwilling to, but eventually, let his hand fall from hers. She slowly slid her hand down his cheek until the tips of her fingernails grazed his jaw and then dropped her hand back into her lap.
“That sounds good to me,” he whispered.
What was he talking about? She had to quickly think back at what she had just said. Right, playing it by ear , she remembered.
She smiled at him and nodded.
He reached back up and stroked her cheek again while he spoke. “But I think we should take things slowly.”
She started marveling in how strongly her reactions were to him. She wanted to put her hand on top of his like he’d just done to her. Then she remembered the night of her birthday party when he’d hugged her and she couldn’t stop herself from caressing his neck, just as she couldn’t stop herself from caressing his cheek a few minutes ago. The bond of their friendship had grown much stronger. She knew she’d have to be more aware of her reactions if they were going to be taking things slowly.
“Slowly works for me,” she said with a half-smile, keeping her hand in her lap.
He moved his hand across her cheek to beside her ear and then slowly slid it down her jaw before dropping it from her face. He finally unlocked her from his gaze, looking down at her hand that he’d been holding all evening. “Slowly,” he murmured, but it seemed as if he were directing that to himself rather than to her. He looked back at her eyes and smiled. “We should probably get going.”
He released her hand after she nodded and picked up the platter to put it in the basket. Then he hesitated and put it right in front of her. “Would you like some more before I put this away?”
Knowing she was already beyond stuffed, she took a couple of the small mints and said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said smiling, a little more relaxed.
He put the platter in the basket, and she picked up the glasses and handed them to him. Partly because she wanted to help, but mostly because she knew she wouldn’t be able to drink more if he’d offered.
They both stood up, and he folded the blanket and placed it over his arm. He picked up the basket with the same hand, and placed his free hand on the small of her back. They walked over to his car, and he opened the door for her before putting the items in his trunk. After he started the car and got on the main road, he reached over to hold her hand again.
The ride to her house was pleasant. She glanced at him often, and she could feel him doing the same. They were both smiling. Every now and then, he’d
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