Four: Favorite

Her favorite part whenever he's there to accompany her to events and parties?

Ever the gentleman, he always gets her a drink and knows exactly how she wants them, it was a constant. But that's not it—any trained monkey can get a drink. It's a bonus, at best.

Her true favorite part?

When he's next to her or behind her and his hands are never far. On the small of her back, on her waist, on her hip even when he's feeling bold—or when there's someone he feels he needs to be subtly told there were some things in the party that was off limits, meaning her.

Simple things, simple gestures, but she loved it. The way she saw it, it was like he was always there to remind her he was never far, that he was always close by, giving her support without complaint about letting her be herself. She liked that he wasn't intimidated by her career or her world. That was rare for someone like her.

He was confident and that was sexy—very much so.

And it makes him incredibly irresistible.

There's more though because there's also her absolute favorite.

Above confidence, above having him continuously touch her, above making her feel something that might as well be bliss. Above having a man on her arm that she couldn't help but show off. Above pretty much everything.

It was simple: when while in the middle of a party, whether or not she's paying attention to him or preoccupied with someone else, he slips his hand into hers and lets their fingers lace together.

Subtle, very subtle and she's the only one who ever really knows.

Yes, her absolute favorite above her man making her feel beautiful and desirable? Having him hold her hand—a simple gesture, but incredibly powerful, she had just found out with him.

When he had first done it, she had suddenly forgotten she was talking to someone from McCallum & Donaldson telling an amusing story to their little huddle. She turned to him but he didn't even look at her and instead, paid attention to the gesticulating lawyer in front of her. She hid her smile and went back to listening, giving his hand a gentle squeeze and managed to catch the punch line just in time.

There's nothing grand about it, it's something people would easily miss—it's something he does just for her.

It was comforting, alluring, incredible—a lot of things, all good and great because as high school as it sounds, their hands simply fit.

And she loves it.