His hand, so large and strong in hers, was unexpectedly soft.
She traced the lines on his palm, the roads and crossings he was destined to walk, and joked silly because neither of them believed in chiromancy.
If they did, she’d ask him why his line of heart looked so troubled.
Thank you for reading!
I'm not feeling very well today (I want to believe that I just caught a cold, but I'm still going to get tested ASAP), and thinking is really hurt right now.
The good news is that I have some stories written in advance, so I'll post them for a couple of days (and I hope that when I run out of them, I'll feel better to continue my challenge).
Wish me luck!
