Young Love

"Hey, could you hold something for me?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Sure."

"Hold out your hand." She did. He raised his own hand and smiled. Instead of a tangible object, he opened his fingers and intertwined them into hers.

"Thank you," he said, looking ahead.

"Anytime." She smiled and ran her thumb over his fingers.

And that was when she knew he held more than her hand, but also her heart.