I would be reading a passage about grammar variations among modern elvish communities and his hand would sneak across the table to tangle with mine. Every time we laced fingers, I would feel a secret thrill, reveling in the way my body warmed and tingled just from the feel of his skin against mine. It was truly bizarre. I had held hands before. I’d even kissed several boys growing up. Nothing had ever felt as erotic as this. It got to the point where just seeing his fingers twitch made me short of breath.
