Dalliance: Part II

fortieth.

"Your hands are so cute." You had said.

"Beautiful and elegant would have been better for a compliment." I let out a weird chuckle. "But cute is okay."

We were holding hands in the car. You kept rubbing your thumb across the back of my hand. "I haven't seen hands like yours. Ever.

"Usually, girls have long, slender fingers and bony hands. But you, you're," you chose your words, "different. You have such chubby palms and fingers just as short as my pinkie."

I removed my hand from your hold, crossing my arms afterwards and looking out the window to avert my eyes from you. "Then go and have girls who don't have plump and portly hands like me. You can if you want. I'm not forcing you to love me anyway."

Even as my back faced to you, I can feel you grinning and looking my way. 

You poked my tummy playfully. "Aww, come on sugar plum. Why would I replace you with a girl who have 'beautiful and elegant' hands?" You airquoted the adjectives. "They wouldn't even fit my hands anyway."

And I turned back, gazing at you one last time before I felt the warmth of your hand back on mine.