"Beautiul name for a beautiful girl," He said as i blushed firey red.
"Thank you. Bring your stuff inside the house, I'll show you to your room." He walked inside as i whisper screamed to my father.
"Dad you never told me this god- guy was gonna be living with us," i said to him
"I didnt think it was a big deal."
"No big deal?"
"Yea, he's one of my men. He is as welcomed into our home as you are." he said sternly.
"Ok Dad,"
"Now, go show our guest to his room," he said as we walked into the house.
Blake stood there tall and patiently waiting for us. "Blake, follow me." he picked his stuff up and followed me up the stairs into the guest room.
"Here let me help you." I said as he was putting his clothes away.
I saw they were all crumpled and unfolded. I started folding them neatly into a pile as he sat and relaxed, which i didnt mind being that folding clothes actually relaxed me."So how old are you Sophie?"
"18, What about you?" I asked.
"21."
"Nice," he got off the bed and came behind me, immediatly making me nervous.
"So how about I take you out sometime?" he asked.
"I would love that," i replied surprisingly confidently.
"Then its a date. Tomorrow your father has to go into town and said he would be sleeping at a friends. how about dinner?"
"Sounds good to me."
