I roll my eyes at his antics for the fourth time in twenty minutes. We were originally going to work on our project at his place since it’s bigger but Jace and Alec are home with some of the guys from the team so we figured my apartment would be the better option. With Georgia being out and about, and Sienna at the dance studio with the kids, there is no quieter place within a ten-mile radius.
“Dude, would you stop acting like you lost your mind and come in?” I ask with a small laugh as I take off my shoes and drop my bag on the kitchen island.
Blake’s movements are stiff and skeptical as his eyes wander around the warm space. He visibly relaxes and a teasing smirk replaces his once frozen in place lips.
“You come here often, Princess?” He winks, leaning an elbow on the kitchen island.
“I will kick you out if you don’t shut up. Now go sit in my room and wait for me.” I sigh, shooing him off as he smiles down at me.
Blake stalks off towards the hall and I question if he'll know which room is mine as he stops to stare at each door. With a nod, I watch as the man reaches for the handle to the middle room before opening it, walking into my bedroom.
While he’s getting situated in there, I decide to prepare some snacks with the leftover donuts from this morning and some of the fruit I’d bought yesterday when Sienna and I went grocery shopping. I’m entranced with cutting strawberries, the act soothing my tension from today’s lecture when Blake shriekslike a scared school girl. I flinch at the loud noise, almost cutting myself in the process.
“You have Princess North panties?!” Blake’s deep voice shouts, my spine goes ramrod straight, the sound of footsteps are loud as they draw near. I gasp and whirl around to find him holding up the pink and purple Princess North underwear that Georgia had bought me yesterday as a joke.
I jump as Blake embarrassingly holds my fucking princess panties in the air, laughing his butt off.
“How did you find that?!” I shriek, dropping the knife as I run up to him, jumping to grab the embarrassing material from his hands.
My attitude seems to be hilarious to this psychopath because all he does is laugh harder, holding the underwear higher.
“You laid it out on your bed!”
I’m going tokillGeorgia.
I pause in my action of reaching above him as awareness of just how close we are prickles in my mind.
Our chests are flushed together, with Blake and I both breathing so heavy, we’re in sync. He looks down at me with soft eyes before coughing, taking a step back. I repeat the action and break our eye contact.
For the first time, he was the one to break contact. Not me. I don’t know why my chest feels so weird at the thought of him breaking it but I hope it stops.
“Here.” He smiles softly as he gently places the monstrosity of fabric in my hand. He turns on his heels to walk away smoothly but trips halfway to my door. I snicker as he throws his middle finger up at me before re-entering the bedroom.
The two of us sit in a comfortable silence for about ten minutes until the antsy man beside decides to break it. He’d been tapping his pencil on his computer for eight of those ten minutes, whilst staring at me for the full ten.
“You want pizza?” he asks, and that is not what I expected to come from his mouth. I look up at him and shrug.
“It doesn’t sound bad—”
“Good. I already ordered a cheese, pepperoni, and a sausage one just in case you like a little sausage.” He winks, making clicking sound as he leans back against my bed, smirking smugly.
“What if I don’t like any of those flavors?” I tease lying through my teeth as I lean in close to him. I could honestly eat a cow right now; I haven’t had any real food all day. I’ve just been snacking until now.
Blake frowns for a second, tilting his head like a lost puppy. “Then whatdoyou like?”
“Well, it depends on the pizza place. If it’s from Cooke’s, then I get their barbecue chicken pizza. But I also love the chicken supreme without mushroom and olives from Logan’s or the Cheesesteak Galore from Mika’s—”
“We don’t have Mika's in Maryland, Princess. That’s a New York thing,” he interrupts with a small, amused smile.
“And how do you know that?” I frown, folding my arms under my chest.
“Because I grew up there. Manhattan, probably born, mostly raised.” He shrugs.
“Probably?” I question him, setting down my computer. Looks like work will get done later.
Blake shrugs yet again. “Yeah, probably. I was adopted a little after I was born so whenever I talk about where I was born, I always add a probably,” He chuckles, ears and neck burning red. “When I was a kid, my older sister Jules would say I was born on Pluto and my parents found me because I was ugly and left on their doorstep.”
“Well, were you?”
