It started with a simple greeting—a friendly handshake, an exchange of pleasantries. But there was something about her touch that lingered longer than it should have, something in the way her fingers brushed against his that made him question the meaning behind it. It wasn’t a firm grip, nor was it hesitant. It was something more subtle, almost deliberate.
Her hand, soft and warm, rested just a little longer than necessary, her fingers curling lightly around his. It wasn’t the kind of touch that screamed intimacy, but it was enough to leave an impression. He could feel the warmth of her skin seeping into his, a connection that seemed to bypass his mind entirely. His thoughts began to race. Was it intentional? Or was it just a casual gesture, an innocent formality?
But it didn’t feel innocent. There was a weight to it, something unspoken that seemed to hang in the air between them. Her eyes held his for a second longer than usual, a quiet understanding passing between them that he couldn’t quite place. The warmth of her touch seemed to say something more than just “hello.” It spoke of familiarity, of something deeper, something more intimate. And in that brief moment, his pulse quickened, and he wondered if she felt it too.
He tried to pull away, to regain some semblance of composure, but her touch stayed with him long after she had released his hand. It was as though the warmth of her skin had left an imprint on his, an invisible mark that reminded him of the fleeting connection they had shared. The simple act of her touch had ignited something inside him, something he hadn’t expected to feel, and now, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was more than just a greeting.
Was it an invitation? A sign that she wanted more? Or had he read too much into it, projecting his own desires onto something that was, in reality, nothing more than a polite gesture? As the minutes ticked by, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something between them—something unspoken, something waiting to be acknowledged. And as he replayed the moment in his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder if she had meant it that way all along.