"Guess this is the part where I'm supposed to hold your hand.....?" I said, looking off in the distance squinting my eyes awkwardly as I went for his hand without looking.
"Wrist." He growled, catching my wrist before the skin of our hands could meet.
"Yup, got it. Wrist it is." I strained out clearing my throat uncomfortably.
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