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.

were holding hands!

Stuart withdrew his

might not

her down. It's

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

quickly swung her hands

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

Morwenna's fingers twitched slightly.

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

to 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

thinking these cold thoughts, while

a sign of progress

a place that looked

surveyed the area, cluttered with machine parts and barely

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