I'm in love with your hands, and how they hold mine tight.
Ash smiled to himself as he held her hand, pulling her away from her window shopping so the two could finally eat.
He didn't know why he promised May that he'd go to the mall with her, but here he was.
He may not have liked shopping, but the feeling of her hand in his own was enough to make this all worthwhile.
Her hand fit in his like it was made for him, like she was made for him.
And she was. She was made just for him, and he was made just for her.