It was the middle of the night. Blake was dead asleep, but he stayed up and comforted me for almost two hours.
He didn’t push me to tell him what happened—what caused our breakup.
A sick feeling drags through my gut just thinking about what Logan did….how he hurt me…what he got away with…
I didn’t have the strength to rehash it. Even just thinking about it now makes me spiral.
But Blake didn’t ask me a million questions. He listened patiently. He told me it would all be okay.
When I told him I wanted to move back home to Colorado and transfer to Hollis, he dropped everything to help me. He got me in touch with a new advisor and helped me submit all my paperwork to the registrar’s office. He invited me to hang out with his teammates and their girlfriends so I wouldn’t be totally alone.
He’s the best person I know.
A guilty feeling lodges in my throat. He’s done so many kind things for me. I wish he’d let me do something in return for him. It feels like I’m taking advantage of him.
Which is why I’m determined to move out and find my own place as soon as possible so he can have his bedroom back.
We sit down at a nearby bench and eat our food.
I moan at the burst of flavors. “So good,” I say around a mouthful.
“You always make sex noises when you eat tacos, you know that?”
I let out a flustered laugh. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s funny.”
I try to smile, despite how embarrassed I feel. I guess I should feel proud that I can make convincing sex noises…given the fact that I’ve never had sex before.
If by some miracle Blake suddenly was attracted to me, he’d probably be freaked out if he found out that I’m still a virgin. I’d bet anything his dream girl isn’t an awkward virgin who only makes sex noises when she eats tacos.
Not that I even know what Blake likes in the bedroom. He’s never talked about it, and I’m not bold enough to ask him.
I do know that he’s dated a lot of women, so I’d bet anything he’s experienced.
I finish the rest of my tacos. I smile when I see that Blake is nearly done devouring the burritos he ordered.
“I can’t believe you were going to eat ten of those,” I say.
He wipes his mouth with a napkin and pats his stomach, which is somehow still flat after eating all that food.
“I was gonna take the rest home, so I wouldn’t have to cook for the week.”
I laugh. He helps me off the bench, we toss our wrappers in the nearby trash can, then walk back to his house.
By the time we make it back to the house, the party is still in full swing.
“You want another drink?” Blake asks.
I yawn. “I think I’m gonna head to bed. Eating all that food made me sleepy.”
He leans down and hugs me. “Sweet dreams. Promise I’ll be quiet when I come up later tonight.”
“Have fun.”
As I walk up the stairs, a beautiful, tall woman with long, dark hair walks up to him. I can tell by the look on her face that she’s smitten.
A smaller flicker of jealousy lands at the center of my chest. I have the sudden urge to run over to Blake and grab his hand in mine to get her to back off.
