She was holding his hand out of her own will and this should be the first time something like this happened.
Head in the cloud, eyes on their locked hands, Aleister did not snap out of his daze until Esme stopped walking.
He blinked.
Esme turned around to look at him, ''I just saw…'' she trailed off when she noticed that he looked distracted. She followed his gaze and her gaze landed on their hands.
''I didn't do it on purpose,'' she quickly retracted her hand before averting her gaze.
Aleister tilted his head to look at her face, ''I know you are fond of not missing any opportunity to touch me…'' he leaned closer to her and continued speaking beside her ear, "…I will let you have the privilege. You can touch me wherever and whenever you want.''
Her jaws dropped.
Esme tried to speak but no words came out of her mouth.
''What? Are you so touched that you can't speak?" Aleister stepped back.
