[it is a bit like that second kiss. . . more confident than the first, but still shy and uncertain. that thought strikes him rather suddenly as her fingers brush against his palm. she's so brave about asking for what she wants, but sometimes— she does it so gently, so subtly. it's endearing]
[with a breath, he takes those fingers in his own— linking their hands together loosely, but firmly enough that they won't fall apart]
Did you spend a lot of time at the ocean back home?
[he asks. and then he starts walking, feet kicking up small ripples of foamy water as he does so. being linked, hand-in-hand, means that he is taking Anna with him, of course. but a moonlit stroll across the beach. . .]
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[with a breath, he takes those fingers in his own— linking their hands together loosely, but firmly enough that they won't fall apart]
Did you spend a lot of time at the ocean back home?
[he asks. and then he starts walking, feet kicking up small ripples of foamy water as he does so. being linked, hand-in-hand, means that he is taking Anna with him, of course. but a moonlit stroll across the beach. . .]
[it's a little breathtaking, isn't it?]