Jenny’s POV
We stay for a while longer, talking about more general stuff. His hands never leave mine. I found that gesture both confusing and sweet at the same time. It was messing with my head and planting feelings I was fighting to feel or acknowledge. It was also causing me to wonder what he was feeling and whether his gesture was pure innocent instinct to make me feel safe or was it something much deeper and less innocent.
“Shall we go back or do you want to stay a little longer?” he asked quietly after a long stretch of silence between us.
I removed my left hand from his soft grasp and looked at my watch. My eyes widened in surprise when I looked at the time.
“Oh my god! It’s four! I didn’t realize we have been sitting her for so long!” I said in surprise.
He gave me a sweet deep
