Cool. Nice moment here. Very well told and, excuse the pun, touching. Two hours of holding hands? I think my fingers would go numb. Although, young love makes you invulnerable to things like that sometimes. I remember sleeping with my wife on a twin bed, back before we were married. We were incredibly squished, and my arm would always fall asleep, killing me the next morning. But I barely noticed back then.
I really like this story, but the first sentence “I bet you can’t” just seems out of place. The narrator explains how her “date” was hesitant to touch her before, and how reluctant they were reluctant to let go after. I feel the story would be improved if the first part of the sentence was removed, or change to “Do you remember?”
John Perkins
Krulltar
T.F. Torrey