He reached for her hand almost unconsciously.
The moment his large palm wrapped around her soft fingers, he stilled.
Her skin looked impossibly pale against his darker one, like moonlight resting in the cradle of midnight. Their hands seemed to belong to two different worlds… and yet, somehow, they fit.
As though day and night had finally found where they were meant to meet.
If she was the dawn...bright, gentle, warm...then he was the dusk, deep and shadowed.
Opposite of each other and yet, perfectly matched.
Her small hand looked so tiny in his grasp. He swallowed, his chest tightening. He closed his eyes for a brief second, but that only made it worse. His heartbeat thundered wildly, too loud and fast, like it might burst free at any moment.
What was he hesitating for?
His brother's words echoed faintly in his mind.
If you like her, then what are you waiting for...? Then why are you still acting like a coward?
His eyes snapped open.
