Where Hands Touch

hand-holding
noun [ U ]
help and advice given to someone when they are doing something for the first time

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"I've never done this before." He said breathlessly. He couldn't bear to look at her, knowing that if he did she'd probably laugh at him or worse, leave.

" Don't worry, I'll hold your hand." She said with a sly grin.

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Before heading off to UCLA for her freshman year of college, Twila Matthews first had to spend 6 weeks of supposed blissful summer, at Camp Lakeshore. The shittiest place on Earth. It didn't help that the new camp counselor from Lockwood vowed to make her summer shittier than it had to be. Fuck Roman Harper.

Wreaking havoc on his hometown was something Roman Harper was good at. In fact, he was good at a lot of things. Like playing guitar, swimming, reading comics, and being an all-around flirt. But his favorite thing that he really good at, was annoying the fuck out of Twila Matthews. He couldn't figure out whether or not he wanted to pursue her or annoy her. Maybe it was both, but he was determined to get good at one of the two.

Camp Lakeshore and Lockwood. Neighboring camps with rivalry stronger than two presidential parties. It was NOT the place to come to if you wanted a relaxing summer, to say the least.