SAMANTHA'S POV
Vincent was still holding my hand when he pressed the button. He seemed to be so calm and composed while my free hand kept on fidgeting.
I absentmindedly touched my lips.
Ugh! I cannot wait to tell my friends about this. They'd be as crazy as I was!
"You can at least tell me what is going on inside your head. You look like an i***t smiling on your own."
Oops! I guess I was not able to hide my smile.
"Hmm, what? Me? I am not smiling." I said as I pursed my lips. I heard him chuckle.
"Liar!"
I was supposed to answer when the elevator stopped. We are now on Level 8. A couple of people got on the lift. They've probably waited for a while. Vincent let go of my hand.
Okay. I guess we're back to 'normal' when other people are around.
I was about to move away when I
