I just want to take a moment and thank Muse, my bb over here for all of her hard BETA work. She is a ball buster, and I love it! Keeps me in tip-top shape ;) and I want to thank each and every person who has reviewed, favorited, or alerted this collection thus far... You make us smile :D
~MDH
If you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
~Audrey Hepburn
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Sometimes when they are working she daydreams about his hands. They are one of the most important assets a human has after all. And his—well his hands are very important.
His hands give her coffee every day, day after day. Always. (Every time their fingers touch she tries not to grin.)
His hands write the books that changed—well, change her life. (They seem unreal. Magical, even. Although she doesn't believe in "magic.")
One of them almost constantly brushes against her knuckles whenever they are walking. (He thinks she doesn't notice, or doesn't care. But she does. She does notice. She does care. A lot.)
The other one has wiped that miniscule amount of sweet and sour sauce from her lips. (Even if she would rather that hand be replaced by his lips.)
They send a tingle across her spine when he helps her with her coat. (She likes that too. She won't tell him though. She has to have some secrets.)
They put a smile on her face when he plays Angry Birds on his phone, and they repeatedly stab at the screen. (She secretly wants to play the new levels just to see the joy on his face. But she won't tell him that.)
Those hands of his are sneaky little fellows, because when the reach up to touch her cheek for a split second, she always has trouble fighting the huge smile that wants to burst forward. (One day, she'll stop fighting that smile. She doesn't have all of the self-control in the world.)
She thought at first that his hands would be rough and tough-skinned. After all he is "ruggedly handsome."
But those hands of his are warm and smooth. She'd describe them as calm, and inviting. Like a roaring fire in a snowstorm, or one of his hugs when she can't handle it anymore.
In a way, his hands reflect his personality. At first they seem callous and coarse, but when you finally get to know them, they are a safe haven.
Serene, welcoming, caring.
A constant.
Kate needs a constant. An always.
So... thoughts? I didn't really like this one. Thanks and have a wonderful day (:
~MDH
[she is CRAZY. this one ROCKS :) -MTAM]