Sharon could feel his muscles tensing when she touched his bicep; holy mother of god this man was built like a brick house yet spoke as sweet and tender as a meek shy boy. What an interesting combination. Her mind was racing before it pulled to a halt. What if he was tensing because he didn’t like that she did it?! Her brain suddenly went into panic/embarrassment mode before he began to speak. The mode was shut off as quickly as it turned on when he stumbled over his words much like he had done yesterday in her living room. He really was like a new born horse learning how to walk and what was even more humorous is that he was acting like he had never been out with a woman before. Humorous and adorable.

The poor small girl was getting pushed around rather roughly today and she couldn’t roundhouse kick someone in the head or that would draw some very unnecessary looks and probably a large amount of questions from Steve on how she was able to do something like that. When one man hit her, she actually stumbled and turned in his direction to yell at him only to have Steve lecture him from over her shoulder. Surprise flew over her face as she slowly turned to look at Steve as he muttered ‘punk’ under his breath. It was amazing to have someone be a gentleman in this day and age, is was astounding to find someone so good looking but it was even more shocking to find someone who would actually stand up for what they believed was right. The surprised look was wiped away by a bright bigger-than-life smile as she laced her fingers in with his and gripped his bicep playfully. “I like you!” 

With the fairy squished with people, Sharon and Steve were forced to stay close to each other but she was FAR from complaining. The scent of his cologne, the gentle feeling of his large rough hand holding her small one and the small conversations filled with laughter and joy, they could be on an empty fairy and she’d much prefer to be this close. As the fairy docked she came the realization that she might have to let go of his hand, and this was something she didn’t like the idea of until they reached his bike. When filing off of the fairy, she felt her position and even as the people fanned out to their own destinations, she kept her hand in his hand her other hand on his bicep not making any mention of the fact that the space cleared. Can you blame her? No, no you can’t.