AERILYN'S POV
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I lay with my head on Blaze's sweaty chest, my hair sticking to his skin, but I don't mind because I can barely keep my eyes open as his fingers brush through my hair along my hairline, the tips of his fingers graze my forehead ever so lightly.
Blaze is a fireball, the heat radiating from his body makes me sweat, but the cool breeze blowing from the ceiling fan is what has me settled with laying here.
I think this is the part of the relationship I would enjoy the most, if I ever get a boyfriend... but it can't be Blaze, even if my body only wants him.
I push myself up, and the skin that was pressed against his is covered in sweat, but it's not as gross as it should be, "Well this was fun," I sit up, and I spot Ryan standing at the gate. I duck, falling flat against Bl
