[She sounds so embarrassed as she says it, blushing as her nose scrunches up and she laughs at herself. But the sight of their hands locked together does something to her. It makes her take pause, her self-deprecating laughter dying off and catching in her throat. Chrissy realizes that she wants to hold hands with him like this more often. It feels nice. Safe.
Like they belong together like this.
The thought makes her fidgety and nervous.]
Would you believe me if I said this was the first real date I've ever been on?
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[She sounds so embarrassed as she says it, blushing as her nose scrunches up and she laughs at herself. But the sight of their hands locked together does something to her. It makes her take pause, her self-deprecating laughter dying off and catching in her throat. Chrissy realizes that she wants to hold hands with him like this more often. It feels nice. Safe.
Like they belong together like this.
The thought makes her fidgety and nervous.]
Would you believe me if I said this was the first real date I've ever been on?