Carter has his hands tucked casually into his pockets; I glance at him, clearing my throat and drawing his attention to me. “How do you feel about holding hands?” I ask, and enjoy his sputter of surprise. “What?” “Well, I was thinking it might be nice to hold your hand but I didn’t want to assume you’d be okay with that,” I tell him, watching the way his mouth is slowly curving upward into a smile. “There are a lot of people around.”
