I note to apologize to the guys later with some ice cream or something and take a deep breath as I approach Blake’s bedroom door.
This is it. Behind this door, I’m going to hear some things that I may or may not like.Fuck,wait… maybe I should turn back around. Jace should still be outside, and I can just—No.
If I want to get shit done,I have to get shit done.
Without a second thought, I open the bedroom door. It’s not unusual for Blake’s room to be spotless but I am taken aback slightly at the neatness of it all, his shoes are all lined up in an even row. All his clothes are hidden from the eye and there’s literally zero dust.
If I hadn’t heard his small snore, I’d think the room was empty based on its stillness. Blake is under about forty blankets and his body is nearly invisible in the spotless room. I trek over to the bed and sigh as I take a seat next to the sleeping boy.
Without thinking, my hands brushes a small wavy strand of brown hair from Blakes face, it startles me momentarily.Did I just caress Blake Wilder?
Blake stirs in his sleep, and I immediately jump up from the bed because if there’sone thingI won’t be caught dead doing, it’s caressing a sleeping hockey player.
“Mhm… Jace, I’m not helping you find the pimple dude,” he grumbles, turning in the covers and it takes everything in me not to burst into a fit of laughter at him.
I stifle my laughter as I lower my lips to his ear and whisper, “I’m not Jace.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone wake up from a deep sleep so fast in my life. Blake shoots up from his spot in the bed and immediately places his hands over his crotch, eyes wild and bewildered but it seems that when he notices thatI’mthe one in his room, he automatically goes back into his cocky asshole-ish self.
Blake smirks, coolly moving his hands to his hips, seemingly flexing his already devastating pecs and biceps at me.
Be strong, young Cleo, do not give in.I try to tell myself, but I gulp when his smirk morphs into a lazy grin and his eyes go soft.
Be strong.
“I came to talk.”
He frowns tilting his head at my cold tone. “About what?”
“What are we?” my body closes in on itself slightly as if awaiting an impact from his words. Is it suddenly hot in here?I twist the ring Ryan got me and chew on my bottom lip. I’ve never had to have the ‘what are we’ talk with guys. Our relationship status has always been something we both knew. But with Blake, it’s different.
Everything with Blake is different because—I hate to say it—Blake isn’t like other guys.
Ew.
I said it.
Don’t go all “She’s dickmatized” on me,please. I regret saying it already.
I hate that I thought it but it’s true. I’ve never been around another guy as charming, caring or asfucking cockyas him and I want to see where this can go but, I know that I can’t.
The saying “boys will be boys” has traumatized me all my life because they genuinely willalwaysbe boys. And I’m just a girl scared as fuck to find out if Blake istheboy or justaboy.Now, I know that I kissed him and not the other way around. But I also don’t know how I feel about this whole thing.Or maybe I do?
I don’t know.
Fuck, this is confusing, I’m getting a headache.
“We’re—Fuck it.”
Blake pulls me with such a strong force that I’m nearly on his lap and I don’t have time to react before our lips are connected and we’re back to doing that dance that I’m slowly growing to love.
My head spins as he draws me in so deeply into him, it’s a fervent kiss that burns deep with passion and lust and something more that I can’t place because if I do, I won’t be able to say what needs to be said to him.
He runs a hand through my loose hair; I’d took down my silk press wrap when I was in the car with Jace and just completely forgot to tie it back up. As one of his hands plays in my hair and the other grips my hip, I melt into him.
Fuck—I’m falling and Icannotbe falling for Blake Fucking Wilder.
I can’t do this withanyone.
