"What do you want me to do? Want me to hold your hand?" He speaks with nasty sarcasm.
I consider the offer and am surprised at the answer that comes out of my mouth. "Actually? Yeah."
He blinks. "Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously." The anger is fading from my voice. "Zach, I'm scared."
He sighs, but he holds his hand out on the armrest. My tiny palm slides against his large one, his rough callouses pulling at my soft skin. My little fingers fill the slots of his big ones.
"See?" He gives my hand a slight squeeze. "Nothing to worry about." His voice has become considerably gentle. "Just don't think about it."
A JURASSIC WORLD FANFIC
I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTER JONELLE AND HER PLOT
- thirty-eight: epilogue