Then We Held Hands の小説・ストーリー

He simply turned his hand over underneath mine so that we were holding hands in the way of people who have been doing it for a long time and have stopped needing it to mean anything more than what it is. The light moved off the mountains, and the evening came in off the water, and we stayed where we were.

His arm slung casually around my shoulders, fingers tangled with mine where our hands rested between us. We were holding hands. Comfortably. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. My chest constricted painfully. Below the image was a single line of text. “You forgot, but he never did.”

I got two of them, holding them out like eggs as I gave Juliet one of them and held the other for myself. It was close to nighttime, so we relocated back to the hotel. Holding hands is fast becoming a cliché between both of us because we kept on doing it over and over again. Even right now, we were holding hands as we walked back to the reception. “I feel somehow knowing we will have to go back home tomorrow. I just kinda wish the fun wouldn’t simply come to an end here.” She said as we opened the entrance door that leads to the reception. “Who said the fun has come to an end?” I responded, grinning from ear to ear.

Right now I felt stupid and felt like a waste of space. I hoped none of my teammates saw this. I would lose it if anyone did. I gritted my teeth and reached out, took his hand. His fingers were cool and slender in mine. I could tell he flinched, just a little maybe, but then stopped moving altogether. He didn’t look at me and I didn’t look at him as we were just there holding hands like we’d both been instructed to disarm a live bomb with the fingers of the other guy’s hand. I could feel people staring, all their eyes on us seeing us here together as clear as day and then I heard the sound of a phone camera shutter.

I was fiddling with my fingers and he had his head buried in his hands tiredly. I lifted my hand slowly and touched his. He peered at me through the gap in between his two hands. My eyes never left his as I held his one hand and brought it down gingerly. I intertwined our fingers and placed our hands in between the space between us. We both stared at our connected hands, his slightly tanned than mine. The sunlight coming through the curtains made our linked hands glow brightly. It signified our first step towards friendship.

he only laughed. "Your first day?" He asked. I nodded in response. "Come, let me join you in your future classroom." he smiled and said while holding my other hand. I didn't know myself but I suddenly remembered our childhood memories again. Holding hands, we ran away from the stray dogs that were chasing us. It was just fun to feel him holding my hand so I couldn't help but smile as we walked holding each other's hands.

She gave him a long explanation with so much frustration. “Well…can I at least hold your hand?” He tried his luck with this ask. We always hold each other hands. It felt like some sort of a bond. The hands typing furiously on the laptop abruptly paused. She was deciding. And not long after, she nodded. Martin smiled, and without hesitation, he reached out to hold her hand.

Holds it. We fall asleep like that. No kissing. No sex. Just two people holding hands in the dark. And somehow that feels more intimate than anything we've done before.

“I’m not.” He reached out and took my hand, his fingers curling around mine in a way that sent a jolt of warmth through my body. I hesitated for a second, feeling the weight of what it meant. People were going to notice. People were going to talk. But when I glanced at our intertwined hands, my nerves seemed to settle just a little bit. I looked up at him, my voice shaky as I asked, “Is it okay that we’re… holding hands?”

“Let’s go,” Adrian said as he reached down and held my hand in his. It was strange but I haven’t gotten used to holding his hand. Although we were just holding hands, I found myself blushing a little. My eyes widened in surprise as I turned to meet his gaze when Adrian intertwined his fingers with mine tightly. I didn’t know what to say when he smiled at me like that.