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The two walked out one after the other, with Sienna Thornton leading the way. Simon Forrester quickly caught up to her, taking her small hand in his large one.
His hand was warm, holding hers neither too tightly nor too loosely. His thumb occasionally moved to gently caress the back of her hand.
In this bustling May, the evening breeze brushed against their skin, slightly cool.
Sienna, in a rush to leave, had just thrown on some cropped jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt, not providing much warmth. The slight chill she felt was immediately replaced by warmth when Simon took her hand.
Upon closer feeling, the hand he held seemed to have grown a heartbeat, thumping rapidly.
Sienna tried to pull her hand away, attempting to break free, but to no avail. She asked, "Do you even know what you're doing right now?"
"Walking."
"..." She slapped the back of his hand with her other hand, "Take your pig's trotter away!"
Simon laughed out loud but didn't let go.
