Be honest...

I am supposed to watch the movie. But having him next to me doesn't let me be...

Her eyes focused on him. A beautiful scene to watch whole day long. Wondering how he could be so perfect that every time she looks at the man, she finds her heart overreacting.

" Aren't you going to watch the movie? You said you aren't scared of horror movies!"

His eyes are on the movie. Shoving the popcorn in, he said.

" I'm watching!"

She turns away, his presence around her giving her a soothing relaxation. The horror movie doesn't feel like horror anymore.

" If you are scared, you can hold my hand. Just don't cry!"

He laughs. Too much focus on the movie. A soft smile spreads and she looks at his hand.

Should I hold it now? I am not scared though.

Thinking, she raises her hand a little, having him around makes her all anxiety away. If she holds his hand, how it will feel?

Her extending hand reaches his hand but a wave of hesitation stops her. She can't just hold him anytime. What if he thinks someth