Tan, with wiry hair on fingers

I want to touch faces. I touched his knee cap, his fingers. I want to hold his hand. I want him to grab my hand. But he doesn't strike me as the type who would do that. Remember when Mark had taken mine. I was ripping the grass. He put his hand on mine, gently, slowly. Don't remember the first time Andy and I held hands. Wish I did. Will Drew ever hold mine?