- Knight is still holding my hand when we were already inside the cab, on our way to the temple. We’re seated at the backseat and I can see the driver look at us from the rearview mirror.
- I can’t help but blush and look away as I feel his fingers laced with mine.
- I wanted to pull my hand back because my heart couldn’t handle all the feels but I’m scared that this would be the last time that he’ll hold my hand like this. I don’t want to let go yet. What I’d give to die holding his hands.