I stepped outside, squinting against the bright sunlight. Blake was leaning casually against the porch railing, that signature smirk plastered on his face. The sight of him made my heart do a little flip, but I quickly pushed the feeling down.
“Hey,” I blurted, trying not to look like a complete mess. I was failing. Miserably.
Without a word, Blake walked over, his gaze locked on me, and handed me something. A box. I looked down, my heart flipping as I realized what it was—a Harry Potter collector’s edition set.
I blinked at it, then back up at him. What?
“You... you got me this?”
Blake shrugged like it was no big deal, but I could see the way his jaw clenched. “Now you don’t have a reason to talk to Vaughn anymore.”
Wait. Wait. I stared at him, my brain barely catching up. “Are you—
