Then We Held Hands Novels & Stories

“Okay, Drake. Let us try.” I reached out and took her hand. It was a small gesture. But it felt like a promise. “Okay.” I said. We sat there in silence for a moment, holding hands. It was not passionate. It was not romantic. But it was a start. A real start. Or at least, I hoped it was.

Katie's POV “Wait…” Roman held onto my hand as we got in. I looked down at where our hands were joined, that was when it occurred to him to let me go. We both still had our overalls and with hands intertwined, we might as well just be that kind of couple.

Holding each other's hands, we walked back inside the hospital STILL TO CONTINUE>>>

Now I can comfortably hold her hand, interlace my fingers with hers, hug her tight and kiss her soft lips. Now, what are we? We are real.

With one last look at Cane, Ryan and I walked in the direction of the house, our fingers intertwined. “This is so weird,” I whispered, wanting nothing more than to pull my fingers away from his. “Get used to it, dear, because, in the coming weeks, we’re going to be doing a lot more than just holding hands,” he responded, and the thought of doing a lot more with him suddenly made my heart skip a beat.

I looked down at our interlocked hands. Happiness was just beginning.

He felt proud to show people that I was his and my heart glowed at that feeling. Soon, we approached the location and despite not wanting to snap out of our little bubble, I knew we had to. “Joshy, we can’t hold hands anymore. We can show them that we are in a relationship.” Joshua raised his hand and kissed the back of my palm before grinning at me. “In that case, I will hold this hand after work tonight on our dinner date.”

"I can wait." "I know you can," he said. "That's…" He stopped. "That matters, more than you know." His hand found mine on the cushion between us, held it. Not the car-dark version, not the Lily-between-us version. Just the two of us on a sofa in a lit room at the end of a hard day, holding hands like people who had decided this was where they were. We sat like that until the city went quiet. Neither of us moved first. Eventually the clock said eleven and he said he should check on Lily and I said yes and we both stood and the hand-hold ended naturally, the way it always did, like a breath released rather than a thing abandoned.

"But you can't fake the way you look at someone you love, Liam. Not for sixty minutes a night, four nights a week." "Carl is going to be a problem," I admitted, reaching across the table. I hesitated for a second, my heart hammering, and then I did it. I didn't look around. I didn't check for scouts. I just took his hand. Jax froze. His eyes dropped to our joined hands, mine larger. Slowly, his fingers entwined with mine. It was the first time we had ever held hands in a public space. No lockers, no sheds, no 2:00 AM shadows. Just two guys at a diner.

“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.