Close Your Eyes And Feel Me

James didn't know what she was up to again, but he still spread out his palm and looked at her clenched little fist.

"James, take a guess. What will I give you?"

James muttered, his brown eyes staring sharply at her little face.

"Milk sugar?"

"Of course not. I won't give you my sugar."

Although he had no taste, he was born with a distaste for things that were too sweet.

She had once given him a sweet candy, which he secretly spat out.

"I don't want it."

She kept him in suspense, which made him impatient.

"I promised that I would give it to you. If you don't take it, you will regret it." She held his big hand in a spoiled manner and let him open his palm.

"..."

James took a deep breath and patiently opened his palm again, his face cold.

She smiled proudly, and opened her little hand, but there was nothing.

Then, she playfully held his hand, her fingers passing through the space between his fingers.

And their fingers interlocked.