“Tell me again,” Blake whispered, nuzzling her neck lovingly as they both laid on the bed, naked, their limbs entangled.
“I love you Blake. Always did, and always will,” was her sweet, ready reply.
He let out a noncommittal hmm in response as a lazy smirk stretched his lips.
“Don’t you have anything more to say?” She narrowed her eyes at him playfully.
“You know the depths of my feelings, and the lengths to which I’d go to protect you… although I failed miserably last week.”
“That is not your fault,” she said in a tone of finality. “Don’t beat yourself up.”
“How can I not?” He scoffed.
“How can you?” She retorted hotly. “It was that backstabbing weasel…”
“Warlock sweetie,” he cut in, trying to make light of the situation.
“Yeah, same thing… He did that to me,
