“Blake, why can’t you just be li
ke this all the time? If how you were growing up, last night, and the last hour was how you always were . . . I probably wouldn’t have ever turned you down.”
He huffed a sad laugh. “Yeah, well . . . obviously I’ve already fucked that up.”
I watched him begin walking in the direction of the dorms and squeezed my eyes shut as I called after him, “You know, you kinda traumatized me tonight. I feel like you owe me a beer.” Peeking through my eyelashes, I saw him stop but not turn around. “And maybe dinner on Friday night?”
When Blake turned to face me, his smile was wide and breathtaking.