Fingers Crossed

"Move your book," he whined.
Renee and Aiden were walking down the crowded hallway, arms wrapped around each other.
Renee pulled her books into her tighter, "Why?"
"I don't know. That's where my finger goes."
They turned a corner and continued walking down the dimly lit corridor.
"I have a better place for your fingers," she whispered in his ear.
They had arrived at the classroom door. Blocking other people from trying to enter or exit, they embraced just as Aiden cooed, "I love you."
Renee took his callused hand and lightly bit his finger before her hips led her into French.