And then it happened. My hand fell to my side and brushed against hers. It was all just the sensation of the hand, the skin touching hers. I was too scared to face her, to see what she might have been thinking. Then I moved my hand and began to hold on to hers. And then she held it back.
Such a strange thing to reach out to someone while in a group of others. Maybe this should have happened when we were alone. But that would have meant being alone with her which was too much for my poor overwhelmed heart and brain to contemplate.
We stood that way for a full fifteen minutes or more, I'm not certain for time seemed to stop. I continued smoking and chatting with the others, wondering if anyone else noticed what was happening. "Look," I wanted to say, "my whole life just changed. Just now. Can you tell?" It was a long time before I could face her. I knew that I was holding her hand and she was holding mine and for the moment things were perfect.