Playing The Player

:Chapter Thirty-Four:

  Walking home, hand in hand with Blake was something I loved to do.

  Our hands fit perfectly, swinging in the air, and the smile on my face was giddy with excitement as I sneaked a peek at Blake's face. His expression was the face for peace, for happiness, and it reflected mine. I leaned into him slightly, and he pressed me closer to his body as though he couldn't get enough.

  "So we're like, together now right?" I mused out loud.

  Blake gave me a look, but his eyes were filled with adoration. "Do you even need to ask?"

  I smiled brightly. "I just think we should do it properly. I mean technically, you haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend, which means we're not actually going out."

  Blake groaned. "Do we really have to do this?"

  I gave him a look.

  He got down on one knee and I mock gasped, pretending that he was asking me to marry him. "Hayleigh Grace," He said in a rough voice, "Will you do me the honour of being my official girlfriend?"

  I nodded happily, my grin spreading over my face. "Yes, Blake, yes!" I mock-sang. "You have made me the happiest woman on this earth!"

  He laughed and stood up, bending down and pressing his lips against mine. My lips curved up as he tried to deepen the kiss, and tilted my head to the side so he ended up kissing my neck. I smiled mischievously. "You'll have to work for it, Mr Carter."

  He buried his head in my neck, his arms wounding their way around my waist, pressing me closer. "God I love you," He murmured against my neck.

  I froze.

  He seemed to realise what he said at the same time I did, and immediately, he pulled back. "I'm sorry - ," He muttered, looking away, "I didn't mean - "

  "You didn't mean it?" I asked, trying to keep the hurt away from my voice. "You regret saying that?"

  "No!" He looked at me, the hurt clear on his face, "I just didn't - "

  I tried to get out of his grip. "Whatever. It doesn't matter, Blake. I just want to get home."

  "No." He held me tighter, and it was impossible for me to move even an inch. "I meant it. I love you, Hayleigh. I just don't want you to feel as though you have to say it back to me if you don't feel the same. It feels like - "

  I planted my lips on him. Hmm, the kissing technique to get people to shut up really did work. "I love you, Blake Carter," I whispered, pulling his head down so I could rest my forehead against his.

  "I love you too," Blake murmured, pressing his lips against mine again. It was a perfect, cliché, but perfect moment.

  Walking home, hand in hand with Blake after telling him I loved him and having him say it back was something I loved to do.

  I didn't want it to end, but my house soon came into view, and truthfully, I couldn't wait to get inside. I pulled Blake by his neck and kissed him ferociously as I unlocked the door. I felt his lips curve up at my eagerness.

  "Nina's not home, so it's only you and me," I whispered breathlessly as I pulled him into the foyer.

  "Oh really?" Blake smirked, pulling me closer.

  "Mhm, she's at cheerleader practise," I said eagerly, as I jumped into his arms. He carried me passed the kitchen, not sparing it a second glance, but I saw something that was scarier than anything else that could've been there. I forced Blake to slide me down, ignoring his questioning as I walked back to the kitchen and faced the people there. Familiar green eyes and blonde hair greeted me.

  "Mum... Dad... " I said breathlessly.

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