Who knows what will happen.
His fingers pushed against flesh briefly. A whisper of touch between the two as they walked. The night wasn't making any promises, but just carried them along as they glanced at each other and verbalized and smiled -- and the touch spoke to both. Initiated by one and caught by the other the small carress brought the two closer. Their arms touched now as they continued to stroll. Hot flesh stirring up the usual. The everything and happiness that starts with whomever is bold enough to instigate feeling. The night crept on, and the romance as well. And that was good.