Warm hands.

We were holding hands. It was supposed to be a simple impersonal gesture.
We were holding hands. His hands were warm.
We were holding hands. His hand started to clasp my hand tighter, closer. It was supposed to be simple impersonal gesture, us holding hands. But when he started holding my hand tighter, it changed into something more, into the butterflies-in-my-stomach kind of thing.
I liked holding his hand.