I vaguely remember the road to his house, but once we hit the place where streets shined and trees bloomed, complementing the tall houses with the white picket fences, I knew that we were close.
I had only been here once, and it seemed that the driveway got bigger as cars filled every part of it.
“Shit.” Samuel had to park right outside, resulting in us having to walk in. He moves over to open my door for me and helps me out. “You look beautiful.” He says and I gulp.
“T-thanks . . .”
“I wanted to tell you as soon as you left the house but . . .”
“It’s fine, I appreciate your compliment.” He says nothing more, and I slowly pull my hand out of his as we walk up to his front door. He frowns but doesn’t say anything. As soon as we open the door, we’re assaulted by loud laughter, kids sc
