"I promise you this isn't what you think." The whispered words break through the fog, and I wonder if that is Blake. I must be dreaming because why else would he be here? I roll over and wince at the sharp pain shooting through my face. "Okay, maybe it is what you think, but I swear—" My eyes fly open because that is Blake and he's whispering.
My eyes lock with his, and I see he has his phone pressed to his ear. Whatever he was about to say, he stops and stares at me.
"Let me call you back," he says before hanging up. "How are you feeling?" He rushes over to the bed. A bed that is clearly not mine. The night before starts to come flooding back to me, and I realize he'd been there. He came out of nowhere when I needed him most.
I reach up to touch my forehead where that sharp pain is com
