"I just want you to get the police to release them. It's just a word from you," she said, her voice tense and rushed.
"It's just a word, but... so what?" he replied, looking at her calmly, the total opposite of her nervous energy.
Her hand, hanging at her side, clenched slightly.
She took a deep breath and met his eyes. "What do I have to do for you to release them?"
His eyes darkened a little. He put the pen down and stood up, slowly walking toward her.
He gently took her hand. "Your hand feels cold."
Her whole body stiffened.
Compared to his, her hand really was freezing.
He lowered his head and placed her hands in his palms, rubbing them gently to warm her up.
That small action, it was so natural, so soft, and so caring, like she was something delicate he was trying to protect.
Oh no. What was she even thinking?
Rachel mentally scolded herself for letting her thoughts drift like that.
Then his voice came again, soft and low.
"Do your hands feel warmer now?"
