We sat in silence as I watched you twiddle your thumbs.
I kept glancing at your fingers,fascinated by them for some odd reason.
A sudden thought popped in my head,it came out of nowhere but I can't say it was a bad thought.
I wondered what your fingers felt like.
Were they soft and gentle like you seemed to be?
Were they rough and calloused like wood?
Were they cold?
Or were they hot like the air yesterday?
I watched you twiddle with your fingers and I couldn't stop myself from wondering what your hand would feel like in mine.
Wondering how it would feel to know that your hand is holding mine.
Wondering how it would feel to know you trusted me enough to hold it,wondering what it wound be like to have you happy that I was holding it.
I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from finding out.
My tongue hurt all night.
