"okay, we have about fthirty more minutes before we go pick up the kids, what do you want to do next?
" Don't you think it's time to let me go?? She asks, for he was still holding on to her hands.
"Letting you go is not even in my dictionary Vee, but if you mean letting go of your hands, then I think I'll hold on a little bit longer. I don't know when next I'd be privileged to do this, so let me take full advantage of this chance. If a person could die from blushing, then Vanessa would have died today, because every single word he'd been saying since the kids left had brought colors to her face.
"Why are you doing this, why are you not letting go?? She suddenly asks.
" what, your hand? I just told you. He puzzled, or did she not hear what he just said.?
