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! Morwenna

next moment, Stuart

disappointed, thinking Stuart might

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

she was startled by Stuart's voice, cool as the frost

she quickly swung

What's gotten into you, Morwenna? You used to be so tough, and now you're nervous over holding hands? Then, in a swift move, Stuart took her freshly wiped

Morwenna's fingers twitched slightly.

her palm gently, finding it soft

simply liking

he wouldn't mind engaging in this

women in his life; keeping Morwenna around

these cold thoughts, while Morwenna, blissfully

thought this was a sign of progress in their

Morwenna to a place that

machine parts and barely any space to

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