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.

succeeded. They were

moment, Stuart withdrew

disappointed, thinking Stuart might not

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

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

and she quickly swung her

You used to be so tough, and now you're nervous over holding hands? Then, in a swift move, Stuart

Morwenna's fingers twitched slightly.

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

liking someone's

engaging in this game

had no other women in his life;

was thinking these cold thoughts,

sign of progress

place

cluttered with machine parts and barely any

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