He Left Me Alone

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One thing I was afraid to admit was how fit his fingers felt in mine. And how I liked it, a lot.

His hands were strong. His fingers were long and tough. His palms were so broad I could easily found myself motioning circles on them.

But I didn't know if I was more afraid to admit how addctive it was to hold his hands, or how scared I was if I had to ever let them go.