[ It's a good thing she doesn't try to start up conversation as they walk to the hill, because his tongue feels like lead in his mouth, so wholly consumed by the feeling of her warm hand in his. It's even okay that she doesn't glance over at him, because he would see a similar expression to her own on his face. For something so wonderful, it sure has his heart hammering a mile a minute.
They make it to the hill, and with a gentle tug on his hand, he sits on the grass, legs stretched out in front of him. ]
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They make it to the hill, and with a gentle tug on his hand, he sits on the grass, legs stretched out in front of him. ]
Wow...you weren't kidding. This is some view.
[ But he's only partly talking about the stars. ]