Lovey-dovey stories are my forte. Three cheers for cheesiness!

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Hands

by sRoze

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She rubbed her hands. "So cold here," she said, rubbing a little more vigorously.

"Why are you always so cold.."

"I dunno.. My hands are always the first part of my body to get cold."

He sighed. "Go get a boyfriend, then ask him to hold your hands."

"Can find first only say lah..." She cupped her hands over her mouth and breathed air over them.

He sighed again. "Bring your hand here."

She glanced at him. "What for?"

"Bring," he ordered, with a feigned touch of impatience.

She extended her right hand to him. He reached out and grasped the hand. Then he balled her fingers into a fist and wrapped his hand around it.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her heart beating erratically, breathlessness and bemusement both lining her words.

"Warming your hand," he replied under his breath. He dropped his hand down, and with a slight tug at her they started walking again, hands joined together.

"Warmer?" he asked, his voice a few tones gentler.

She had to stabilize her heartbeat before answering. "Yeah.. Better than wearing mittens, I guess."

"Wear my hand then," he deadpanned.

She laughed. "But I'm always cold."

"Then my hand is always yours to hold."

"Always?" she asked, a little shy.

He replied simply, "Forever."

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Posted 7/7/08 9.00PM