Aurora’s POV
My arms were instantly getting sweaty as I held his thick biceps. I did not want to hold him. Why should I hold him? What would they say if we were seen like this? Won’t they think we were together?
We were together but not a kind of relationship and I know people thought so as we walked through the fancy room. I wanted to casually take my hands off his arm, but before my hand could slip off, his strong hands came on mine.
My heart skipped at that action. I stared at our hands together for a minute before I looked up at his face. He was not looking at me; he was staring at a waiter who was saying something I could not comprehend.
My environment was not important to me any more, but the man who held my hand in his. I did not know we even halted while he spoke to the waiter,
