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

moment, Stuart withdrew

Stuart might not want to

It's cool, she

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

up and she quickly swung her hands behind

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.

squeezed her palm gently, finding it soft and

pondered to himself, wondering if simply liking someone's spirit means not hating anything

in this game of affection

he had no other women in his life; keeping Morwenna

these cold thoughts, while Morwenna,

sign of progress in their

Morwenna to a place

curiously surveyed the area, cluttered with machine

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