As soon as the taxi pulled up in front of Dexter's house, I immediately noticed the abundance of parked cars. Instantly, I started to feel a little nervous. I never liked big parties when I was younger.
Zach hopped out of the car, while I sat there, debating on whether or not I wanted to stay. After a second, he popped his head back into the car and asked, "What are you waiting for?"
"Nothing," I mumbled, then giggled nervously, as I climbed out of the car.
Zach paid the driver, then grabbed my hand. He flashed me a smile, then asked, "Why do you look so nervous?"
"I wasn't expecting so many people to be here," I wearily admitted.
Zach let go of my hand, then draped his arm over my shoulder. As he pulled me snugly against his side, he lovingly stated, "D
