That's when Koen slid his hand in against mine. His fingers were cool and dry against my clammy palm
...My father...looked down at our interlocked hands. I saw a smirk, self-satisfied, lifft his upper lip.
Ugh. Okay,I think this is (part of) why I don't like Koen as a potential love-interest. Her father seems to approve, or something.
Do Not Like.