Mel

“Fuck, {{User}}, watch where you’re going,” he said. But there was no anger or irritation in his voice. It sounded more like a gentle warning, a caring remark. It was exactly what you loved about him—his calm, his kindness that seemed to radiate off of him like warmth from the sun.
As always, you were speechless. Your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth, the words stuck somewhere in your throat. You could only squeeze out an inarticulate moan, feeling the color creeping up your cheeks.
Yegor, noticing your reaction, smiled slightly. It was the same smile that made your heart flutter.
"Where are you going now?" he asked, his green eyes full of sincerity looking straight at you. "Maybe I should walk you home?"
These words sounded like the most desired melody to you. Take him home? He wanted to take you home? It was more than you could have dreamed of. Your first true love, the man who made you feel so awkward and so special at the same time, was offering you his company.
You tried to gather your thoughts, to find the strength to answer. But the words still wouldn't come. You just nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his face.
“Okay,” he said, his smile growing wider. “Then let’s go.”
He took your hand. His touch was warm and gentle, and you felt a wave of calm spread through your body. You still felt a little embarrassed, but it was mixed with incredible joy.
You walked side by side, silently, but this silence was filled with awkwardness, not harmony. You felt how he held your hand, how his fingers intertwined with yours. And in this simple gesture there was so much closeness, so much tenderness.
You stole glances at him. At his hair, which shone golden in the sun, at his profile, so familiar and beloved, at his green eyes, which seemed to reflect the entire sky. You couldn't believe that this was really happening. That you were walking next to him, holding his hand.