Spencer’s hand knocked against mine, again, as we strolled down the glittering street.
“Did you know, in the colonial era, streetlights were lit by candles inside glass vessels? Can you imagine what the colonials would think if they saw the streetlights today?” He pointed above to the row of fluorescent angels that adorned the path.
“I think streetlights might be the least of our Founding Fathers’ worries if they saw the country today,” I said, reaching for Spencer’s hand. One might have thought I tazed him the way he jumped out of his skin. I laughed. “Did you know your hand’s been hitting mine all night? Thought I’d make it easy on you, unless you don’t actually want to?”
“That’s not—I have slight germaphobia.”
“Oh God—I didn’t mean—I’ll take my hand back now.” I tried to tug my hand out of his grasp, but he held on tighter, his fingers wrapped securely around mine.
“Did you know, I kept hitting your hand because I was trying to get myself to hold it?”
© Jade M. Wong 2017
It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m in a Spencer Reid state of mind *sighs*.