"I will break your bones if you ever dare—"
"With those tiny hands of yours?" In amusement, Valerio asked, nearly bursting into laughter. "I bet you can't even break my finger." He cracked up, and Everly quickly grabbed his hand.
"Who said so?" As she began to examine his hand, she questioned.
Her eyes blinked rapidly, and she gazed intently at his hands.
"Ehh… Is something wrong with my hands? Why are you staring at them like that?" Perplexed, Valerio inquired.
"They are so pretty…slender and veiny. I like them." Everly remarked, and flabbergasted by the comment, Valerio drew his head back.
"Huh?" He snatched his hand from her and gazed at his fingers. "No one has ever said that to me. Also, I don't see what's pretty about it." He shook his head in disagreement.
"I think I have developed a hand fetish for your hands. I really like them." Everly continued with a wide smile on her face, and he cackled.
