Elliot's hands were soft in mine as we laid on his bed. We were at his house as I was helping him catch up with his homework to which Lillian was delighted that we were back to be friends again. I had casually laughed it over as Elliot made me avoid Emani because of all the questions she would ask.
"Your hands are so soft," I found myself saying without truly thinking about it.
Elliot chuckled, "so are yours," he said as he turned on his side to look at me. I could feel his smouldering gaze burning a hole at the side of my head so I rolled my head to face him. "Feels like they belong to a baby."
