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 holding

moment, Stuart withdrew his

slightly disappointed, thinking Stuart might not

down. It's

her thoughts, she was startled by Stuart's voice, cool as the frost of a

and she quickly swung her

and now you're nervous over holding hands? Then, in a swift move, Stuart took her freshly

Morwenna's fingers twitched slightly.

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

simply liking

wouldn't mind engaging in

women in his life; keeping Morwenna around wouldn't

thinking these cold thoughts, while Morwenna, blissfully unaware, just

was a sign of progress in their

place that looked like

curiously surveyed the area, cluttered with machine parts

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