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.

had succeeded. They were holding hands! Morwenna was

Stuart

might not want to hold hands

her down. It's cool,

Stuart's voice, cool as the frost of a pine in

swung her

tough, and now you're nervous over holding hands? Then,

Morwenna's fingers twitched slightly.

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

himself, wondering if simply liking someone's spirit

in this game

all, he had no other women in his life; keeping Morwenna around wouldn't

cold thoughts, while Morwenna, blissfully unaware, just

sign of progress

Morwenna to a place that looked like a

surveyed the area, cluttered with machine parts

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