"We're here." Mr. Hudson said to me and I looked at the parking lot where our cars were parked before looking at our hands interlocked.
"We are." I agreed though I wanted to walk him home. With our fingers intertwined, with our hands holding each other. I wanted to walk with him with no destination. I just wanted to feel his touch, feel him but there are no roads without destinations. And roads with no destinations are always deserted.
But when you fear to reach your destination, you wish you never had one. I wished to hold his hands more often, for more longer.
"So, how was it? I hope I didn't made you too uncomfortable." He asked me and I blinked at his question, looking up from our hands to his face. Into his brown eyes. They were already on me. Gazing at me, trying to read me.
