Hold My Hand (or "I Wanna Hold Your Hand")
"Stop trying to hold my hand," she rolls her eyes at him as his fingers slide past hers for the third time in as many minutes.
There is no response from him, just a blush as he moves a few inches to the side. Which is surprising, because when she opened her big mouth, she was only trying to make a joke. Was he actually trying to hold her hand? Does he actually want to hold her hand?
Before she can really think about it, she has moved a few more inches in his direction and she grabs his hand so that she can intertwine their fingers in a way that she is comfortable with. He starts blushing even more, but he squeezes her fingers as well.
"So, we're holding hands now," she speaks matter-of-factly. "Is this our new thing?"
"It could be," he shrugs.
"I'm not ready to date anyone," she returns.
"I just want to hold your hand," he looks at her, finally.
Well, she can do that much.