A vow of hate
“Your hand must be going numb. I’ll hold it.”
“I’m fine. I don’t mind.”
“I know, but I do.” Closing her eyes, she took another deep breath and bent down again, making sure the cup was aligned correctly. When her left hand curled around her knee, without thinking I grabbed it and linked our fingers together. This time, she didn’t look at me, and she didn’t try to pull away either. We just held on. I wasn’t sure which one of us was holding on tighter, but we stayed like that for the rest of the ten minutes and then finally the cup was full enough to stop.
Hot Chapters