“Are you feeling very cold?” Bette asked a question that was meant to be rhetorical.

“Um… I’m okay.” Helena stopped rubbing her hands almost immediately.

Bette raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. She reached out to touch Helena’s hand. “Your hands are freezing cold!”

Helena laughed tentatively, “I guess so?”

She didn’t want Bette to know that she was feeling cold, she wanted to wait with Bette. Knowing Bette, Helena knew that she would be asked to go into the club first and then wait out alone.

“Maybe you should go in first?” Bette said. Without hesitation, she rubbed and squeezed Helena’s hand, hoping to give her some warmth. Helena was startled by Bette’s gestured but didn’t resist. To be honest, she was secretly enjoying it.

“Nono, I want to stay and wait with you.” Helena said firmly. She was one who was true to her own words.

“Fine.” Bette chuckled, “You are soooo stubborn.”

“Hey…” Helena nudged Bette with her free hand.

Bette became aware that she had neglected Helena’s other hand.

“Your right hand is most welcomed to use the pocket in my jacket.” Bette offered with a goofy grin on her face, referring to Helena’s neglected hand.

Helena laughed at Bette’s weirdly constructed sentence, “Alright, my right hand would borrow it if you don’t mind. Thank you Miss Porter.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Peabody.” Bette chuckled as she continued to rub Helena’s left hand.

Helena felt herself melting on the inside as she watched Bette rub her hand. It was as if at the instant when Bette held her hand, she no longer felt cold. She’s trying so hard to fight the feelings she has for Bette but Bette’s not making it any easier with all these sweet gestures and not to mention that cute butt in those jeans.

Helena really wanted to act on her feelings but she just couldn’t bring herself to do so because of her parents. Her parents being very traditional would be devastated if they had found out that she was gay. Well, at least that is how she would predict them to react. She would rather please her parents than herself.

“Hey guys! Sorry we’re late.”

The two of them looked upon hearing Alice’s bubbly voice, with Helena’s one hand in Bette’s own hands and the other in Bette’s pocket.