His fingers, as always, were slender and fair, with distinct knuckles.
Jasmine Yale placed her hand over his, lightly touching it.
She thought he would pull away, but to her surprise, he acted as if he hadn't noticed, his gaze fixed on the fireflies outside the window.
Jasmine's heart pounded, and her breath quickened.
It was like being thirteen again and holding his hand for the first time... that feeling was back.
The flutter of young love overlapped with this moment.
The interplay of light and shadow, the dazzling starlight, time unreturned.
They sat together in silence watching the fireflies, their intertwined hands warming up, heat flowing through their palms, and Jasmine's palms began to sweat.
The temperature inside the car seemed to rise as well, blood rushing in her body, making her hot all over.
Actually... she wanted to nestle in his arms while watching.
People are never satisfied.
"Do you like it?" Sylvan Cheney's deep voice interrupted her thoughts.
