caspar's hand on your knee
caspar lead me into the living room, our hands laced as we sat down next to each other on the sofa, and i placed our hands on my knee.
i let go of caspar's hand to grab my phone, leaving his palm on me knee, and he slowly removed it, unsure of whether i'd mind.
"you can leave your hand on my knee, i don't mind." i said with a little smile, causing him to blush a little.
he returned his hand to my knee and i leant forwards to press a kiss to his lips, my upper arm resting on his shoulder, my elbow bent and my hand in his hair, playing with it gently.
now, no matter where we are, most of the time, caspar's hand will be on my knee/thigh, and it's one of the few things guaranteed to calm me down and comfort me, and it's a symbol of our love as neither of us are too into pda.
even in interviews, caspar will leave his hand on my knee throughout, which i find adorable.
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