“It’s no trouble,” Valancourt assured me. He gestured to the kerchief. “May I?” “Oh, yes. Please.” I handed it to him, nausea sweeping through my stomach briefly as I caught sight of the red blossoming along the bottom of the cloth. Our fingers brushed against one another’s and my heart fluttered, causing me to momentarily forget what we were doing. I wanted to hold on to his warmth for a little longer, even for another precious second, but it wasn’t to be. Valancourt pulled away from me, eyes never lifting from the kerchief. He was clearly not affected by the contact as I had been.
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LOVE how this knucklehead isn't even QUESTIONING the fact that he found A HAND✋ IN THE WOODS and is instead IMMEDIATELY taken with this dude
