He looked down at our joined hands that were resting on his lap. “Hmm.” “What?” “That’s the second time I’ve held your hand.” His cheeks reddened. “I’ve never held a girl’s hand before today.” “You haven’t?” He shook his head slowly, still not letting go of my hands. “Have you?” His cheeks flushed, and he quickly added, “Ever held hands with another boy?” “No.” I shook my head. “You’re my only boy.” I felt my skin grow hot. “Only you.”
