The bees were buzzing, the sun was shining, and the flowers were blooming beautifully.

You and Bam were strolling through a nearby park, and the atmosphere was peaceful. Not a single ripple of disturbance. You should have been relaxed. You should have been happy. Yet your palms were sweaty, your knees were weak, and you couldn’t stop staring at Bam’s hand, just inches away from yours.

This was your first “date” since confessing your feelings for each other, and you wanted to take the next step: you wanted to hold Bam’s hand.

And so, for the first twenty minutes of the date, your mind was spinning in circles, creaking, screeching, and smoking like a car pulling donuts in a parking lot.

Like holding Bam’s hand… should you just go for it? Should you say something? What if Bam pulls his hand away?

As you were in a dilemma, a sudden impact to your back threw you forward. Conveniently, into Bam’s arms, who reacted a little too quickly.

With a frown on your face, you were about to turn around and tell whoever the attacker was what you thought, but a warm voice eradicated any thoughts of that.

Are you okay? You looked up, your face so close to Bam’s, and completely forgot about the embarrassing fall as Bam helped you up. Your brain then went into a tailspin even more when a hand gently wrapped around yours. Just in case you fall again, Bam explained, squeezing your hand.