His hand moved up to the small of her back.

When the hand moved to 60, the game was over.

Her hands still moved over the space of air where I had been.

She went to him, and felt his hands move on her.

His hands moved down, until they were at the small of her back.

Of how his hands would move through the air when he was making a point.

His other hand moved to my back as well and pulled me into him.

Ten minutes went by, and not once did the hands move.

But when his hands moved over her, she knew it was true.

But the hands moved through each other just as the same, like wind and air.