The elevator slides open, Brandon and I step out with our hands interlaced. I stifle a giggle when he clamps down on my wrist to stop me from withdrawing my hand and one of my legs shoots out to show him the lace of my sneaker that has come undone.

Brandon crouches to tie the shoelace and my skin flushes when some heads turn in our direction. Their eyes bore into me until he stands to block my view of them and I look at everything but at him. With his arm around my waist, he guides me to the counter where the receptionist sits behind with a sweet smile...