Handcuffed During The Holidays

CH. 7 Who cares what people think

CH. 7 Who cares what people think

(Anthony POV)

I pulled my car up in front of a diner, we've been on the road for three hours only, and we've learned quite a few things about each other.

Nothing too deep, though, just little things that will help our plan on pretending to be in a relationship and all.

My mind was still focusing on when she said her favorite color was green.

I must admit that part of me got excited, that her favorite color was the color of my eyes.

Does she like my eye color? I wanted to ask, but I didn't. I didn't want her to think I was weird.

Even though she already did.

I parked the car, opening my side of the door.

I still had her side of the door locked, the child lock on it activated.

Just because I uncuffed her didn't mean I wasn't worried that she would throw herself out of the car while I was driving.

Even though she stated that she wouldn't change her mind, I did commit a crime after all.

She could come to realize that she didn't want to help me after all and realized that she didn't have to go through any of this.

I opened the door for her, holding out my hand so she could take it to steady herself while getting out of the car.

She looked confused at first, but then her eyes widened when she realized I held out my hand for her.

Did no one ever do that for her before? Surely they've had.

She took my hand, got out of the car, and let it go.

"Don't you think we should practice holding hands?" I found myself asking.

Why did I say that? What is going on with me, honestly? When I held her hand, it felt soft against mine, and maybe a part of me was making this as a stupid excuse to hold her hand.

Who am I kidding? I like this woman, of course. I was making a stupid excuse to get to hold her hands.

"Why should we practice holding hands?" She asked, standing straight up in front of me.

Even though she was 5'9, I could still look down at her.

"So we can master this. Being a couple and looking natural," I said, which caused Aimee to narrow her eyes at me.

"I'm sure I'll be able to master it." She told me, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Listen, this needs to look good, and I want you to get used to holding my hand. I don't want it to come off forced, okay?" I said to her.

She raised a brow.

"But it is forced." She said, causing me to facepalm myself.

"You holding my hand is forced?" I asked her, and she shrugged.

"I mean, what if I don't want to hold your hand." She said, and I would like to add, that sort of hurt my feelings just a little bit.

"Well, too bad, you have to hold my hand," I said to her, making a puppy dog face.

I still had my hand out for her, and she looked down at it.

She let out a sigh and entwined our fingers together.

I smiled at the way our hands looked together. The way her beautiful skin looked against mine.

I raised my eyes to find her staring at me with a confused look.