They walked holding hands down the street. Both secretly thinking about how they liked that. Feeling each other's skin. A simple gesture that connected them both. They joked about not letting go of each other's hand for anything that happened on the way and he, from time to time, pulled her for a kiss. Would those hands ever receive a ring, she thought. And he, unaware of the question in her mind, replied to himself that he wanted to hold that hand for eternity.
