*hannahs pov*
We lay like this for about an hour until grace looks up at me and says
"Hannah can we get ice cream?"
Of course grace anything for you, I was saying in my mind
"Alright yeah that would be nice wouldn't it" I say not wanting to get up but her wish was my command!
"What kind do you like grace?"
"anything really what kind do you like?"
"I like chocolate" I say
"That sounds amazing"
I rub my hand up and down her arm and squeeze her against me I really liked the way she put all of her weight on me, I liked you look of peace and safety in her eyes, I liked this, this is what I have wanted for a while. Even if she doesn't like m like that it sure did feel good.
*graces pov*
Hannah sat quietly there, with me slumped against her. This felt good, It felt right in every way, but why... Why did this feel so good why was it that every time Hannah's eyes would meet mine it was like fire works or when she touched me it was like sparks like nothing I have ever felt before.
*hannahs pov*
I jumped up and grace giggled she reached her hands up showing that she wanted me to pull her up from the couch and I did she came up quickly and tripped over her feet our bodies meeting roughly for the first time we laugh and our smiles start to fade as we stare in to each other's eyes
"Well" I say
"Well is hart" Grace says
"I uh I needa well um ICE CREAM. "
I stumble over my words turning red she laughs, adorable my goodness I just wanna hug her and cuddle her and ugh
"Yeah that would be good" she say still giggling a little as we are still close but backing away
"We can walk there's a store just down the road " I say
"Alright Han lemme get my shoes on"
Woah Han? I can feel my self blushing again
We walk out of the door cold instantly hitting us
"Little brisk" I say
"Little? Hannah it's the middle of December and we both are wearing short sleeves and walking, it's freezing"
"Haha weeaaaak" I say jokingly
"Don't push it hart"
We both laugh and walk on our hand brushed up against each other multiple time until she said
"Hannah are trying to hold my hand"
She says laughing
"No grace I think that your trying to hold mine"
"Fine hart" she says
And grabs my hand sending sparks up my arm and through my whole body. We keep walking and and swinging arms, walking silently.
