Blake's Rose

He stares at me with his big, sharp grey eyes

Hesitantly I take a step back and collide into the back of the Range Rover, "Shit" he smirks at me and takes a step forward.

Running his calloused but soft hands up my arms, he stops and presses them above my head so they're on either side of me preventing me from leaving. "Blake..." he whispers pausing before taking a deep breath...

"I had a great night, but I should go." I say back at him, part of me hoping he will let this night end like this and the other part hoping he'll ignore me and finish what he was starting.