Being with Morwenna, even Stuart's icy heart felt the warmth of being cherished.

Morwenna was shy and often nervous, but no matter how timid, she always expressed her thoughts openly and honestly.

Like now, she wanted to hold Stuart's hand.

Of course, if Stuart didn't agree, that would be the end of it.

Stuart remained silent.

Morwenna asked in a whisper, "May I?"

Still, Stuart didn't respond.

Morwenna figured Stuart's silence was his way of giving consent.

When their hands brushed lightly again, Morwenna grabbed Stuart's hand.

She didn't look at him, her eyes fixed ahead, her heart pounding wildly though she tried to appear calm.

They were holding hands!

Stuart withdrew his

paused, slightly disappointed, thinking Stuart might not want to hold hands after

didn't let it get her down. It's cool, she told herself, just

thoughts, she was startled by Stuart's voice, cool as the frost of a pine in winter, "Your palms

she quickly swung her hands

so tough, and now you're nervous over holding hands? Then, in a swift move, Stuart took

Morwenna's fingers twitched slightly.

even squeezed her palm gently, finding it soft and small. He didn't hate it

simply liking someone's spirit

he wouldn't mind engaging in this game of affection with

other women in his life; keeping Morwenna around

thoughts, while

sign of progress in their

place that looked like a

machine parts and barely any space to

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