My eyes slowly peeled open and I tried to stretch my arms but there was a huge weight on them. I groggily looked down and when they landed on a strong muscular arm, I nearly let out a shriek. That was until all the memories of last night flooded my mind. My cheeks flushed red and I assured myself that all my clothes (shoes and all) were on.

I started lifting his arm off me but he groaned and pulled me flushed against his chest. The problem was that, I was facing his chest and he had no shirt on. I don't remember either of us pulling it off. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed but he wouldn't budge.

"Blake, let go," I huffed.

"Never," he growled softly, his voice low and husky. I sighed and stared up at him. He looked even better up close. His long lashes brushed his skin and if you looked even closer you could notice some faint freckles scattered all over his cheeks. I was so focused on staring at him that I didn't even notice his eyelids lifting up. When I finally met his eyes, my whole breath got sucked out. They were so beautiful. A hue of purple was mixed in with dark blue colors and specks of gold adorned his iris.

"Take a photo, love," he let out a deep rumbling laugh which made his chest move up and down. My cheeks flushed and I whacked his stomach.

"Shut up, I was only looking at...at y-your ear?" I cringed at what I said. God, I sounded like an idiot. His pink lips rose up and he laughed. It was like music to my ears.

I am so whipped.

My whole body stiffened and I pulled myself away from him.

"Where are you going?" He stopped laughing and asked with a frown.

I turned my back on him, "Bathroom." I started to walk away but something clamped on my shoulder and whirled me around.

"You're not angry at me for...laughing, are you?" He whispered, his grip tightening on my shoulder.

"No," I shook my head and pulled away before he could stop me. I quickly locked his bathroom closed and slid down the door. I didn't know why but it hurt a lot to walk away from him.

Maybe I really was whipped. As soon as that idea hit me I shook my head vigorously. Never. I was not going to make the same mistake again. I splashed cold water repeatedly on my face before stepping out of the bathroom. To my shock, Blake was right in front of me with his face twisted in worry. And thank god he had a shirt on.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes trained on me with concern. I blinked twice before nodding.

"I'm fine," I cracked a smile and his worry dissipated slightly.

"You sure?" He asked again and I nodded again. He enveloped his hand over mine and pulled me out of his room. I let out a squeak of surprise.

"Come on, I heard my mom shouting for breakfast," he started pulling me down the staircase but I stopped.

"I can't go downstairs looking like this, Blake," I gestured towards my face.

"Why?" He frowned and I sent him a flat look.

"Maybe because I smell and my face looks horrible,"

I let out a gasp when he suddenly thrust me into his chest, "You're perfect," he growled and before I could protest he had pushed me into the kitchen. All eyes fell on us and I flushed red. Good thing there was only Emily, Jenny, Tyler and Chris.

"Finally! I thought both of you were having intercourse-"

"-Emily!" Jenny interrupted and sent her daughter a death glare, "Whatever those two lovebirds have been doing is none of your business!" If it were even possible, my cheeks turned even redder. Great, I probably looked like a fire-truck.

"What's an intercourse?" Mia's voice piped up and everyone's jaw slacked open- including mine.

"Oh- uh- sweetie, it's just a word," Jenny chuckled uncomfortably as Emily burst out laughing.

"Yes, mom, but what does it mean?" Emily asked, her lips pulling into a smirk.

"Emily," Jenny hissed before turning back to Mia, "Intercourse means when two person are really close," She said and Mia smiled.

"So Blakie and Pig must really be the closest person on Earth," Mia clapped her hands and everyone burst out laughing except me.

"Yeah, and soon they'll be banging-" Chris started but Jenny slapped her hand on his mouth before smiling at Mia.

"Don't listen to those filthy children, Mia," She said and Mia nodded. "Now kids, I'm going to fetch you breakfast and if I so much as hear an uncensored word, I will blast away your baby machines," Jenny warned.

All the boys clamped their mouth shuts and sent fearful glances at each other. If I hadn't been scared myself at her threat, I would have laughed. As soon as she disappeared into the kitchen, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Then all eyes were back on Blake and I. Emily smirked, "So when am I going to be auntie?"

"W-what?" I spluttered.

"That's too soon," Blake shook his head and my jaw dropped.

"You're joking, right?" I exclaimed.

"What? You want to do it sooner?" He lifted his eyes up in surprise.

"No! I'm not going to let you pop my cherry," I whacked his shoulder and he let out a yelp.

"God, you've got an arm of steel," he muttered while rubbing the sore spot. I rolled my eyes and sat down next to Mia.

"Hey, did you sleep well?" I smiled down at her and she nodded.

"Yeah! I got the whole bed to myself!" She giggled and Emily gasped.

"Oh my god, I'm really going to be an auntie!" Emily squealed.

"What-" I started but Blake interrupted, "Maybe, do you have some names?"

Emily squealed her head off before launching into a ramble but I could only focus on glaring daggers at Blake. He had the nerve to laugh too!

The thing was that I didn't know that I started smiling. Maybe it was the fact that everyone was happy or maybe it was because I succeeded in not thinking about the past or maybe it was just because Blake was near me.

Actually, now that I'm thinking about that, it just may be all those three reasons.

So I smiled.