As they walked hand in hand across the medow of tall grass he couldnt help but think about her soft warm hand in his and how sweaty his palm was becoming.
He wanted to let go but she would know he was nervous and laugh at him as if he were a child. He wanted to lay down in the tall grass and make love to her right there but little insects would prevent that too. Damn he thought to himself. (Weee writing a story is fun)