Going with my gut instinct, I leaned over and gave his cheek a quick kiss before I carried on eating. Moth let out a quiet breath and started eating again too. After a few minutes, I felt his free hand creep cautiously onto my leg beneath the table and his fingers threaded through mine. I swallowed, my chest aching, but I didn’t comment on it in case it embarrassed him. I squeezed his hand back, holding on tight as we finished eating in silence.
