Hand

Kyle can’t help his smile at Misty’s reaction to his box of treasures. There was a long story behind this collection, but it was too detailed to try and communicate it all now.

As she takes the shell, he beams even more, watching her reactions…seeing her smile as the breeze played gently with her hair. He nods…yes, he’d found it here.

But when she hands back the shell, he slowly shakes his head. Still propped on one elbow, he takes his hand and he puts it on hers, curling her fingers back over the shell. It was hers to keep.

Catching her eyes, he just lets his own lock with hers. His gentle smile remains. The sunshine felt warm, overtaking any chilliness the breeze brought on, and its light caressed Misty’s face, outlining every curve.

Kyle swallows hard, realizing his hand is still around hers on the shell, but he doesn’t want to let go. Slowly, he lets his thumb move along her hand, feeling the softness of her skin.

But then he stops, checking himself. Several thoughts sink into his mind as unwanted distractions, but worthy ones. His gaze quietly drops, the motion of his hand ceasing as it slowly slips from hers again.