Poaching someone else's partner?
Serena tilted her head, following the sound.
There was Sean Wallace, decked out in a riot of colors like a walking Christmas tree, looking extra festive in the hotel's luxurious hallway.
Adrian lazily had one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other turning over to clasp Serena's wrist; his long fingers slid down, interlaced through hers, holding on tight, fingers entwined like they'd never let go.
His palm was big and warm, the feeling of their fingers entwined sent little tingles through her, making Serena glance up at him.
Sean Wallace looked absolutely shocked: "Give me a break. How many years has it been? You two still cling to each other like you're on your honeymoon?"
Is there really a need to hold hands like this? Even elementary school kids these days act cool when they're dating—whoever cares less wins.
