SAMANTHA
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice meshed with doubt.
"Yes, I am. Let's go inside." I smiled.
Jason let go of my arm, and we both got out of the car.
"You have a lovely home," he praised as he stood beside me, looking at our cottage-style home.
"It's nothing compared to your house. Maybe this is just a storage house for you," I joked, but I have a feeling that it's kind of true. A hundred and twenty square meters house is nothing compared to his mansion.
"Oh, come on! Don't say that. You really have a beautiful exterior, the cozy vibe of a cottage house." I felt his stares turn to me, so I stirred my body to comply with his action.
Our eyes met. "So beautiful," Jason added. His voice was as light and soft as a feather tickling my ears.
The world seemed to stop turning as
