She feels their fingers intertwine. Inside she feels as though she is walking down the stairs on Christmas morning. Like she is at the top of a roller coaster right before you go straight down. With her all-telling grin, she looks up at him to see him as calm as ever.
He reaches for her hand, secretly terrified he’d miss. His heart pounds, but refuses to let it show. He wants to smile, to blush, to look into her eyes and let himself get lost, but he simply continues to look straightforward, too afraid to see how she has reacted.