Then We Held Hands Novels & Stories

I paused, looking away, buying just a few seconds to compose myself. “This means a lot to me.” My words were laced with sincerity as I whispered, my eyes darting between him and the flowers. I held them close to my heart, so tightly, as if they would disappear if I didn’t hold on tightly enough. “No need to thank me. From now on, we are a family,” he stated as he held my hand, guiding me towards the exit. From that night, the one that led to all this, the one I barely remembered, holding hands was the closest thing we had done, and for a moment, I allowed myself to dream.

We would navigate the stormy seas of life together, always finding our way back to each other. His hands found mine across the small gap between us, interlocking our fingers and sending a rush of sparks that made my toes curl. We lay in that position until the sky became dark above our heads. As we held hands, watching the stars twinkle in the darkening sky, I knew our love would shine as brightly as the cosmos, an eternal light of hope and happiness.

"I will let you know when I am ready. Joseph, it won't be long, I promise." Hand in hand, they descended the cool trail, Joseph hold her tightly and did not let it go all the way. Holding hands was a good way to break the touch barrier and it was one of the most intimate ways to connect with one another. The temperature of his palm was comfort passing to her.

“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.

To shake, really? I held out my hand too, and we shook hands like two businesspeople just sealing a deal. Weren't we?

"ye....es" My clit was so sensitive by now. When the rubbing stopped it almost felt like a relief.... but suddenly two fingers were plunged deep into my opening. I couldn't help but clench around them and a sigh escaped my lips. Damon let them be there for a while. "You're so wet.... so ready for me sweetheart"... he said this while reaching down to kiss me... Then his other hand moved from my cheek and took a hold of both of my wrists and held them securely over my tummy. He kissed me again and then he crooked his fingers and started pumping.

With the lights dimming, we both relaxed into the cinematic experience, excited for what's to come. Mich suddenly grabbed my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, a gesture that caught me completely off guard. It was such a simple act, yet it sent a cascade of butterflies flitting around in my stomach, reminding me of those innocent, heart-fluttering moments of middle school, the kind where holding hands felt monumental and magical.

"This is okay." We stood there at the kitchen sink with our hands linked under soapy water for what felt like an eternity. Probably only a minute but time stretched and slowed until nothing existed except the feeling of his fingers wrapped around mine. This was the most intimate thing we had done in over a year. More intimate than sleeping in the same bed or sharing meals or co-parenting four children. This simple act of holding hands felt like a huge achievement. When we finally let go, I pulled my hand out of the water and my fingers were shaking. Not from panic or fear. From an emotion that I could not name. Hope or the beginning of healing that I had been too afraid to believe in.

"We're terribly sorry. We failed to raise our son properly. We'll take him home right now." Looking at the clear handprint on Lucas' face, I suddenly felt bored. What was the point of all this? To make me feel better? I didn't need it. I rose from my seat and prepared to leave, yet Lucas struggled over and wrapped his arms around my legs. "I know I messed up, honey. Please forgive me. I want to keep this child!" I shook my head. My stomach churned when I heard that term of endearment. It was revolting.

"We will find him even if he is living in an igloo in some obscure corner of the world." She didn't laugh. She didn't smile. She looked down at our linked hands again. I took any opportunity I got to hold her hand for as long as she let me. We had held hands casually thousands of times. Sometimes, she barely noticed it, and others, she held mine back tighter. This was the first time she had acknowledged it by looking at our linked hands. I instinctively released her hand. She looked back up at me.