SAMANTHA’S POV

I saw the anger on Lucas' face when Andres' call came in. He tried to hide it but it was proving difficult perhaps?

Heck! I should be angry at his actions but instead it warmed through the very core of my heart. When I wanted to snatch the phone back, I moved like a sloth by two seconds so he could have an edge. He questioned me about how Andres got my number and when he mimicked, more than the soft laugh my body itched to burst into a loud laughter probably sprawled on the floor and felt pains by the side of my ribs afterwards.

When he came back his face was furrowed in a frown, it took me a whole twenty-five minutes to really focus on how upset he was, all the while my mind was clouded by how handsome he looked when his eyes darkened with frustration.

Holy hotness.

I got into the taxi, a small smile I hid from him graven on my face. My blood boiled over with a wave of uncertainty still, I couldn't help myself. I closed my eyes and heaved deep sighs reminding myself of ten thousand r