“Without thinking it through, I reached out and took her hand in mine, wrapping our fingers around each other’s. Kisa gasped and said, “Luka, what are you doing?”
I shrugged. “Holding your hand.”
“Why?” Kisa whispered, staring at my thumb stroking her skin. She was so soft.
“Because I have to,” I answered honestly, and she seemed to stop breathing for several minutes before exhaling, her long eyelashes fluttering when she looked at me.
“Okay,” she whispered, and something warm spread in my chest and down to my stomach. “I…I like it.”
I smiled and Kisa blushed again. “Me too. I’m going to hold your hand all the time now. I’m never going to let go.”