Together, Lexx and Chel walked toward the interior of the island, following a wide path of black sand. Large chunks of black volcanic rock were arranged on the sides of the path. Chel could feel the heat from the sand through her shoes and grumbled to herself about aliens bringing the black sand in because it looked pretty, without realizing that it would probably burn your feet if you were barefoot.
Lexx stared ahead, not saying anything as he walked close to Chel. The path was not long, but it took enough time that the silence between them was noticeable.
I can hear my heart beating.
Lexx reached out with his right hand, gently brushing Chel’s fingertips.
I feel twisted and tight inside.
Chel followed the gesture with her fingertips sliding into Lexx’s much larger hand.
My throat is knotted.
They held hands in silence, not looking at each other as they walked slowly. Lexx didn’t often reach out, but he felt a strong need for touch. Where he had previously felt revulsion at such contact, he craved it from Chel. It was still an awkward sensation after so long rejecting any contact, but his thoughts pushed him where his body wasn’t as willing to cooperate. He had made the effort before, but this was different.