my arm twitched where it hung beside Roxy’s. The back of her hand slid against mine, causing heat to prickle across my skin and for the briefest moment, her little finger hooked around mine, making my heart leap as I looked down at her. She didn’t look back, didn’t blink, or react in anyway as our hands stayed joined for just a few seconds before she released me again. But it had happened. I just didn’t know if that was proof that some part of the girl I loved was in there fighting to get out or if I was kidding myself because I needed to believe that so desperately.
