“May I take your hand?” I ask.
“Yes,” you reply, smiling.
“Are you sure?” I joke, throwing in my own smile.
“Yes,” you respond, your smile getting bigger, your eyes fixated on me. “I love being touched.”
“I...”
A moment of silence breaks my own response. Your eyes are still fixated, your smile as big as it can get.
Finally, my sentence continues to its very end.
“...what!?”
- Jaclyn