Summer’s Point of View
I leisurely looked at his hand that was holding me and couldn’t help but admire the perfection of even the veins in his hand. In fact, they only added to his appeal. I couldn’t find a single flaw in him, even if I stared at every part of him for a few more days. He was perfect in every way.
As I admired his impeccably smooth hands, I discreetly tried to loosen his grasp with my free hand. However, as I did so, I couldn’t help but be hypnotized by the tenderness of his skin and the subtle warmth emanating from his palm. As I tried to understand his feelings, all I detected was a blankness in his eyes that echoed the emptiness in his voice. Despite my best efforts to connect with him, I was left with a sense of unease and uncertainty.
“Really? Did you really not mea
