(Flash Back)
"W-what are you doing?" I stutter as a jolt of electricity radiates through my body by a touch of his hand.
"What? Driving?" He replies with a smug smile.
"N-no, not that." I point towards his hand that's over mine with the motion of my face. "That." but he plays innocent and now he intentionally flips my hand and entwines his fingers through mine and looks at me with a proud smirk.
"You mean this? I'm holding hands." He says, waving our entwined hands in front of me.
Blood rushes to my cheeks and I avert my gaze and focus upon looking outside my window.
Sarah, where did you leave your cultural manners?!
Get a grip!
But it felt so good... And funny.
Get your hormones intact!
