He didn't.
Irabel froze, heart wildly beating in her chest when Maxith slipped his hand into hers and held on. What was he thinking? It was one thing to be held by him when she’d been sad and another for him to do it for no apparent reason.
The weight of it made her even more painfully aware of how close they were seated at the back of his car. She had tried to ignore it the moment she slipped in beside him and discovered he'd left a tiny space for her, forcing her to endure more contact with his body than she intended. And now with this unexpected skin contact, ignoring him turned into one impossible task that left her a hot mess.
She couldn't say the same for him though. Besides her, he still remained so composed one would think the hand holding on to hers right now wasn’t his. The
