Blake had a point. These people should have contacted me if Blake was saying the truth, unless!
My head began to spin when I realized the actual motive behind why my aunt Amanda decided to give a sudden visit that night.
"What is the matter with you?" Blake asked, watching my troubled self. I get jumpy and agitated in situations like this. The fact that he knew me all too well touched my heart. However, the problem was far too big. And I was afraid Blake might be mad about my stupidity.
When I answered him with silence, he questioned me again about what was bothering me.
He pulled me into his embrace and raised his head with the tips of his fingers. He gave me a brief but reassuring kiss. I wonder how every kiss feels like the first one, refreshing and endeavoring. I had a penchant fo
