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Love Stories @ RomanceClass - Holding hands Sitting, with him by my side. Nervousness. Excitement. Tingles. Every cell wondering. He likes me. I like him. We're close. But... Not touching. Not yet. Do I- do I dare? Do I dare reach out and touch him? More nervousness. Still wondering. My hand- slender, clean, long-fingered, cool, pale white. His hand- rough, large, red, clean, warm. Opposites, somehow attracted. I wonder once more- dare I? I dare. My hand, reaching out, suspended in air. His hand, suspended above mine. One moment of hovering- an intricate hesitation. Then our hands- not mine anymore, nor his. But ours. Held close. Ice and fire setting aside differences. And moving onwards- together. Yes, holding hands is an explosion of emotions. It destroys the me. And it breaks apart the he. Leaving only...why, only us. Love-O-Meter  3.07 out of 5 hearts Add your vote! How many hearts does this story rate? 1 is lowest, 5 is highest. Submit your own story Most Recent Love Stories
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