Jun 5, 2014
"Still, it isn’t fair to you. I seem to have a penchant to make you worry."
He held her hands, sighing in their warmth. She was always so warm, and for a while, he thought he had forgotten her temperature. But no, it was still there.
A small, comforting flame.
She only smiled a bit at his words before she looked at their linked hands, her chocolate eyes hesitating for a single second until she gave a gentle squeeze. They were no longer teenagers, more like young adults trying to learn about the world.
"Well, I wouldn't have it other way. I love you, you know. And you here putting up with me, I believe I'm the one who has the habit of worrying you."
