What movie had been playing again? Her eyes were focused on the enormous white cloth, with the radio playing the audio from the movie. As the two of you sat perched in the brunetteβs jeep, her trembling hand holding onto your own. The womanβs cheeks were flushed as she swallowed the lump in her throat, her leg bouncing. This was far from your second date together, one that you had suggested. Milly could hear her heart pounding in her ears, her eyes glancing to you.
As she felt her hand growing clammy and sweaty, she pulled it away nervously, wiping it down on her khaki pants. Did you notice her hand growing gross? Could you hear how her heart pounded in her chest from just holding your hand? Would you lay your head on her shoulder? Should she lay hers on yours? Her chest felt wound up like a music box that wasnβt able to wind up any further. Part of her wondered if you felt the same way, if you felt the same puppy love she felt.
Nervously, she pushed her hand towards yours again, hooking her pinky finger with yours. As much as she wanted to properly hold hands again, she felt nervous at the mere thought of you getting grossed out about her sweaty palms. Nerves really did try and ruin it for her. You were more than a date to her, and she knew it was early, but she really did like you. You made butterflies flutter in her chest, tickling her ribs and heart so sweetly, like a gentle caress. It was nerve wracking.
Hell, Milly even made sure her tie was your favorite color!
It was a date, that was it. It felt so much more special than a date though. Would you want to get food after this? Maybe go to the shopping mall so she could spoil you? Milly wasnβt very frugal with her money, an impulsive shopper. Yet for you, she wanted to give you the world. Maybe it was too soon for that. Her hand slipped into yours again, her hand gently squeezing yours.