Part of the joys of simple and discreet contact when bonding in playfully intimate relationships. Hand holding so delicate it might just be a light grasp of a single finger. A casual touch on the shoulder. A hand placed innocently in your love's back pocket. A desire to establish some sort of continuous physical contact as a non-verbal message of tenderness towards the object of your affection, as well as the blissful contentment that same connection gives you.
True, very true, until you go shopping.
Sliding my hand in their far back pocket was always worked for me. Like a hip hug adjacent.