The two of you were laying down on your bed holding each other close, a bit tired from the long day prior. You softly talk and whisper sweet nothings to each other as he grabs your hands. Your palms press up against each other, making you notice how long his fingers are.

He smiles as his finger joints bend over the tips of your own fingers, making you softly laugh. His fingers slip in between the spaces of your own fingers, holding them gently. His eyes gaze into your own before he turns your conjoined hands towards him, leaning in to gently kiss the back of your hand.

It feels like you could admire his hands for hours. The way his pale skin lays on top of his lean bones, the ones in his knuckles protruding out in the slightest bit. Neatly trimmed nails and slightly pink fingertips. Blue and purple looking veins shown on the back of his hands, matching the colors of his hair perfectly.

“I could hold your hands for hours and never get tired of it..” He tenderly smiles at you.