It wasn't easy to surprise him, but here he was, continually being surprised by the situations he found himself in in this town. Raven, instead of pushing ahead as he'd expected of her, took his hand. More like grabbed his hand and then began dragging him along like a child too scared to cross the road by himself. He kept his fingers loose, not quite holding on and not quite pulling away. You made your bed, Brightwell, lie in it.
If anyone was watching them right now, they were going to lay eyes on an odd and completely misleading sight: the two of them clutching hands as intimate friends or couples do. Except the one person whose hand Jess wanted to hold was as far out of his reach, just like Raven's Ark, sitting high in space.
"You've done this before." Tease travelling companions? Hold the hands of men she didn't know? She could take her pick which he was implying. Even with one hand now at Raven's mercy, Jess closed the distance to the bridge and stepped up onto it like it were a stable concrete slab and not an arrangement of groaning, wet wood that was who knew how old.
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It wasn't easy to surprise him, but here he was, continually being surprised by the situations he found himself in in this town. Raven, instead of pushing ahead as he'd expected of her, took his hand. More like grabbed his hand and then began dragging him along like a child too scared to cross the road by himself. He kept his fingers loose, not quite holding on and not quite pulling away. You made your bed, Brightwell, lie in it.
If anyone was watching them right now, they were going to lay eyes on an odd and completely misleading sight: the two of them clutching hands as intimate friends or couples do. Except the one person whose hand Jess wanted to hold was as far out of his reach, just like Raven's Ark, sitting high in space.
"You've done this before." Tease travelling companions? Hold the hands of men she didn't know? She could take her pick which he was implying. Even with one hand now at Raven's mercy, Jess closed the distance to the bridge and stepped up onto it like it were a stable concrete slab and not an arrangement of groaning, wet wood that was who knew how old.