At one point, without thinking, our hands found each other’s across the small table. Our fingers intertwined naturally, fitting like pieces of a puzzle. Her grip was warm and tight, and it felt like she was silently saying, “I feel safe with you.” In that moment, I tightened my hold, my thumb tracing gentle circles on her hand, savoring the intensity of our closeness. We held each other’s gaze, her eyes filled with a quiet joy that mirrored my own, both of us understanding the weight of that simple handhold. It was as though time had slowed, and the bustling world around us faded, leaving just us, lost in the beauty of a simple moment. We eventually finished our meal, exchanging shy smiles and lingering glances. The tenderness in her gaze, the contentment, felt like silent promises. As we left, I couldn’t shake the warmth lingering from that shared silence,...
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