Preston didn’t let go of my hand the rest of the evening and I had no complaints. My hand wrapped in his felt so right.
We climbed into Frank and Alice’s minivan and took our seat on the back bench. We sat quietly next to each other. Preston turned my palm up and began tracing the lines as though it was the most fascinating maze he was determined to solve.
As we sat in traffic, the girls soon began snoring, exhausted from the long day. Frank turned on a local radio station as he and Alice spoke up front. I was watching everyone in the van when Preston’s fingers grazed over my thigh. I turned toward him as he stared at me with hungry eyes.
My heart pounded as my insides exploded in excitement. His fingertips put more pressure on my thigh as they skidded up and down. Preston leaned down,
