She was looking straight at him yet she clearly wasn't seeing him. He studied her. He observed how she seemed to be biting her inner cheeks, her mouth moving in odd directions. His eyes glimmered with amusement yet if one could patiently watch him closely, they would notice the swirling convolutions of adoration in his Nutella eyes.
Oddly, he wanted time to freeze for a moment or an hour or maybe forever. He didn't want this moment to pass. He admitted that he loved the feel of her tepid, cloud-soft hands against his cold and callous ones. Undeniably, he conceded that somehow, someway, their hands fit perfectly in each other's embrace. But a man could only wish; for all good things, alas, must come to an end.
He watched her jolt back to life before snatching her hand out of his hol
