Chapter 32

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The inside of the treehouse was just as well built as the outside.

It was small but it was the perfect size to relax and be consumed with your own thoughts. Blake and I sat on an humongous couch that basically took up all the room. It was a light blue couch, warm and comfy to sit on. A rainbow rug lay at our feet in front of the couch and a small table was situated on top which displayed a variety of board games. Lastly a painted yellow bookshelf which held thousands of books from novels to picture stories. I could tell that this had been home to Blake when he was little and the mere image of a little Blake playing with his toys filled my mind. It made me wonder what had happened to him. What was the darkness that consumed his mind, that troubled his thoughts, that made him who he was today.

I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to know his story. I have realized that I have been judging him based on the rumours and all that he has let me see when really I didn't know him as well as I thought I did. I didn't know Blake at all. But I did know the sides that he chose to show me like the back of my hand. He was reckless, determined, stubborn, strong, possessive and he was in his heart, genuinely kind.

"We never got to finish the inside" Blake's voice broke me from my thoughts. I glanced around the room, noticing that all the walls inside were painted light blue, aside from the one in which the bookshelf was situated on. It was simply bare wood.

"Why?" I asked him, unsure if that was the right question to ask.

"I'm sorry" I quickly stammered. I knew it wasn't my place to ask him a question that was maybe too personal for him to answer.

"No dont be sorry" he whispered, looking at me like I was the answer to all of his problems. My eyes bored into his that were full of conflict.

"Your the only girl -" he stopped himself, freezing mid sentence almost like he had said the wrong thing.

My heart fluttered from his words but I remained silent. It was his time to talk.

"You make me want to open up to you" the tips of his lips twitched up before they tilted back into a frown.

I stared at him wordlessly, wanting nothing more then to wrap my arms around him and never let go. In this moment he looked so vulnerable, so defenceless that it made me not look at him differently-but look at him like he wasn't a bad boy.

Yes maybe he did bad things that he wasn't proud of, or that made others look at him as if he was different to them. But when he smiled, I only saw the good in him. I had just misunderstood something. He was troubled...he was a survivor.

"Open up to me then Blake" I whispered gently.

"It's not good keeping everything to yourself. Sometimes it's good to talk to people "

"I can't" he whispered.

I trailed my fingers lightly on his hand, feeling his arm tense at my touch. I slowly entwined our fingers together before searching his eyes, showing him that he had my full attention.

"You can trust me" I whispered.

"I'm not weak" he gripped my hand a little tighter, shoulders tensing with agitation.

I frowned, "Telling me about your past does not make you weak Blake. If anything it makes you strong. To be able to tell someone about something that is a part of you, to be able to let your walls crash down is not something that will classify you of being weak. You are not a weak person Blake, well at least not to me. You are so strong, I do-"

The next thing I knew, he had slammed his lips onto mine, nearly knocking all wind from my lungs.

As my eyes fluttered closed, I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips, at my grant of access, delved inside my mouth.

No no no no no

This is not supposed to happen!

I furrowed my eyebrows, as a battle began to take place within me. It was as if my heart dominated my brain, and before I knew it, I was melting into the kiss.

My arms reached up and tangled around his neck, arching up into his broad chest. I could taste him, all of him, with every push of his tongue against mine. His fist tangled in my hair, drawing me back before he began attacking my neck with hot kisses. I couldn't control the small moan which escaped past my lips before I drew back into his lips. I fisted his hair in my hands, pulling him closer to me. A masculine groan erupted from the back of his throat as he pushed me down on the couch, wedging his body between my legs.

The air around us became thick with desire and lust.

The craze within us blossomed as our lips furiously pressed against each other. My whole body was on fire, his body on mine only adding to the crave I had for him.

I loved him. God I loved him.

His lips dominated mine. His arms circled around my waste, pressing my body even closer to his. I loved the way he held me, loving the feeling of fitting so perfectly in his arms; cherishing the feeling of his lips on mine.

Ending far too soon, we pulled away from each other, our breaths coming out in ragged pants. Blake's forehead pressed against mine, as he stared at me with those eyes of his. Those piercing blue eyes that sucked the breath out of me. We continued to stare at each other wordlessly, the silence consuming us as we began to process what we had just done.

Silence.

I hesitantly stepped away from him, "We shouldnt-" I breathed out just before he cut me off "it won't happen again."

Silence.

We looked at each other, our chests rising and falling as the hot, fiery tension surrounding us only began to build, and build.

Like we were possessed, we swiftly lunged for each other, our minds betraying us. Grasping a fist full of his shirt, I pulled him to me, as he gripped my waist, drawing me up to him. I circled my legs around his torso before our lips found their way back to each other.

Butterflies were flapping wildly in the pit of my stomach. The both of us knowing very well that we were going to have to talk later....

but we didn't dare stop.

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