Hands… ( Perfect Opposite, excerpt )

.Hands

When we came to the yard, I let out a sigh of relief

It took a few moments to remember my hand was in his,

so I quickly tugged it free at once, avoiding his eyes.

“I… I think we should go,” I managed nervously, to which he just nodded …

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