"So I broke down and Rob even hugged me," I said, finishing telling Blake what had happened with Rob last night. "He never hugs me."
"You never cry," Blake pointed out. "There's a first time for everything."
"True," I murmured.
"Why did we come to your room?" Blake grumbled and fidgeted on the bed. "Your bed is tiny."
"You carried me here, don't complain," I said.
Blake shrugged and rolled over, wrapping his arms round me and pulling me to his chest. "We have to get up soon," he grumbled.
"I've got to be at the Agency at 1pm," I sighed and squirmed when Blake traced my tattoo on my side with his nail.
"Ticklish?" Blake smirked and I slapped his hand away.
"Stop it," I scowled. I squealed when Blake dug his fingers into my sides and his hold on me stopped me from getting away. "Stop
