I tried to tell myself that I took his offered hand because I was curious. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that for the first time that I was attracted to someone real. Movie stars and characters in novels didn’t count.
His hand was so warm that I could feel his heat through my glove.
When I settled down next to him, I thought he’d let go, but instead he laced his fingers through mine.
I stared at our joined hands. Mine fit perfectly in his, and at once I felt completely relaxed, which never happened. Not around people. Especially not when someone was touching me.
I was losing my mind. I had gloves on. That was the only reason that I could hold his hand.
I searched for something to say. Something not stupid. “You said you went to St. Ailbe’s, but Mr. Dawson said you were
