Holding hands was something they did everyday. The reason it was a schedule process was because it usually occurred during tea time. It always happened in the same manner. They'd finish up drinking the tea, and eating the crumpets then set aside the expensive China where their arms would meet across the table.
His hands would flip onto their backs with the palms open flat awaiting hers to lay in his. Once her fingers touches the inside of his hands he'd cup them holding them delicately with his own.
A smile would inch onto her painted lips the moment she felt his thumbs caressing circles into her knuckles. The act alone sent little shivers up and down her body.
After a few minutes of simply sitting in peace hand-in-hand, he'd raise her hands planting kisses onto them. They did this every day like some sort of ritual. Never once did it get boring. Each time was just as sweet. And they'd look forward to it the previous mornings.