The man's large, rough, and warm hand engulfed her small one, just like before, when the two met face-to-face.
He was more reticent, rarely expressing blunt words.
Because of her busy schedule, the two had never dated after confessing their feelings for each other.
Time flew by, and every time he came to pick her up after work, something happened, and he had to take her away to handle it.
On the way, he would hold her hand like this.
Despite not speaking a word, fingers intertwined, just holding hands like this seemed to give a sense of calm and steadiness throughout the years.
Just like now...
But could they return to that peaceful state again?
Eve Thompson felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
Why hadn't the man pulled his hand away yet?
The thought flashed through Anthony Charlie's mind.
His strokes kept coming, seemingly endless!
