He always did admire that strong side of Delirious.
That hand was attached to a well toned arm which was part of a muscular body that belonged to a man who stole his heart with every glance. But, as always, there was that strong hand to keep him on his feet and leave him a little breathless every time it firmly but carefully grabbed his arm.
People pushed past him in crowds, occasionally bumping shoulders with him and making him stumble because he was frozen in the middle of the pathway too busy being scared shitless. Vanoss gulped as he tilted his head back to look at the looming tower of metal just twenty feet away.
