Takes her hand

I decided to throw caution to the wind. I took her hand in mine as she led me down the hall. I waited for her to object, but I could see a small smile on her face. I was right. She was wanting to hold my hand.

We stopped right in front of the bathroom. The bathroom door was closed and I could hear the shower running. "Who's in there?" I asked Rebecca, still holding her hand.

"My husband," she replied.

I considered letting go, but before I could, she took her other hand and grabbed me by the top of my shirt. She looked at me squarely in the eyes and said, "Kiss me."

I looked at her in shock. "What did you say?"

"You heard me. I want you to kiss me."