A Different Kind of Love

Chapter 12

Evelyn's P.O.V

This so called hang out with Blake, was going quite well. We had gotten drinks to go along with the movie, courtesy of Blake who had paid for mine. But now, I had suggested that Blake and I go to the beach when he asked me if I was ready to go home. I honestly didn't know why I had suggested the idea. I guess I just wasn't ready for him to go and for our hang out session to end. I liked spending time with Blake. He had the kind of affect on me that made me forget about the world, and all that seemed to matter was us two, together. He made my stomach churn with butterflies, my heart pound with excitement. Was this how people felt when they were with someone they had feelings for?

The beach was so beautiful at night. It was peaceful with the small crashing waves that washed onto the shore, the stars shining bright, sharing the dark night sky with the pale moon.

As we walked along the shoreline, and I took in the scene around me, I almost forgot that Blake was standing next to me. I jumped a little when he spoke.

"You really like the beach don't you?" He whispered almost quietly. I glanced up at him, startled by how bright his eyes shined even being out in the dark. I felt my heart jump as he glanced down at my lips. I bit my lip in anticipation, wanting him to kiss me even though we were just friends.

I heard a chuckle, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I had heard him ask me a question, but I was too busy anticipating something that was never going to happen to hear his question.

Blake shook his head, turning to look at the ocean, chuckling again. "You're just so oblivious to anything or anyone when you're on the beach. Why is that?"

His question had me thinking as I shrugged my shoulders, licking my lips. "Good question," I started, glancing down at my shoes, "I don't really know. I mean I've lived in Montana. Before I moved here I never had been to the beach." I felt a light blush spread across my face once I realized that I had just admitted I had never been to the beach before.

We walked further down the beach in a comfortable silence. There was a question burning in my brain that I had to ask; I just wasn't sure if now was the right time to ask it or not.

"Blake," I spoke his name softly, not sure how to approach the subject.

He met my eyes, probably sensing that I was going to say something important. I bit my lip again, battling back and forth if I should ask the question or not. I was, after all, treading dangerous territory.

I decided to stop being such a pussy and ask him.

"I've been wondering, well actually thinking about it for awhile now..." I cleared my voice, feeling my heart pick up pace as I clinched my fists. "Why did you tell me about your dad? It's not that I'm not glad you told me something truthful, because I am. I just don't understand why you felt comfortable telling me... Or maybe you didn't feel comfortable telling me and you felt forced and if that's the case then-" I took a deep breath, realizing I was babbling nonsense.

"It's just... why me?"

I looked up at Blake as he stared at his feet as we walked. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and I didn't know if it was the dark, or my eyes were tricking me, but I could have sworn I saw a blush stain his cheeks.

I held my breath, waiting for his answer. I could feel my palms sweating, and I could hear my heart pounding loudly in my ears. I wouldn't be surprised if he could hear it as well.

"I don't... you just seemed..." He huffed in aggravation, trying to find the right words as he rubbed the back of his neck.

I suddenly stopped walking, waiting for him to say more. Turning to face him, I tilted my head to the side as he shifted around uncomfortably.