Matt put his hand over hers and moved her arm down to her side, and her breathing stopped. A clear indication that Roisin had overstepped, and he felt awkward too. But . . . he didn’t let go of her hand? They stood looking out over the garden, their palms clasped together. In a little invisible game of raising the stakes, Roisin adjusted her hand inside his grip, interlocking their fingers. Matt responded by squeezing her hand. She squeezed back. What was going on? She felt incredible tension in parts of her body that were not her hand.
why am i screaming over holding hands?? this is why slow burn is an underrated trope i feel
