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 hands! Morwenna was

Stuart withdrew

disappointed, thinking Stuart might not want to

her down. It's cool, she told herself, just take it

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

heated up and she quickly swung her hands behind her to dry them

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.

palm gently, finding it soft and small. He

liking someone's spirit means not hating anything about

engaging in this game of affection

no other women in his life;

thoughts, while Morwenna,

this was a sign of progress in their

Morwenna to a place that looked like a tech

machine parts and barely any space

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