I smiled as I approached the checkout counter to pay for the dress. As soon as we walked out of the boutique, he reached for my hand and interlocked our fingers. I lowered my gaze to it. Our hands fit perfectly, as if they were made just for each other.
He tightened his grip on my hand, but it wasn’t painful. It didn’t feel that way. Instead, I felt like he didn’t want me to let go. It felt safe. I felt comfortable and secure. It said something a million words couldn’t, an unspoken bond of closeness and reassurance. I liked the gentle, tight clasp and the warmth.
I noticed we were heading towards Crescent Capital Park, and I wasn’t wrong because it was where he intended to go. Even though I was dazed, I didn’t say anything and followed him in silence.
After a while, a royal guard handed
