M and I. See my pinky finger? My hands are small, so when he holds my hand this way, my pinky finger rests awkwardly squeezed on his first finger, causing it to press against his middle finger, which he says doesn’t feel just right. So, he moves my pinky between his first and middle fingers, allowing his hand to rest naturally, just right. Instead of simply resting my hand into his, it’s like two puzzle pieces that perfectly fit. Locked tight, in our own quirky way, the way that works for us.
And it makes me feel special. Secure. Safe. His.