-Blake's POV-
My eyes were fixed on one figure that night. I had missed her beyond anything I had ever felt before but...my fear held me back. Instead of going up to her, instead of talking to her, instead of fixing the things between us, I've been giving her the cold shoulder since she's come back. I've been ignoring her even though I want nothing more than to hold her.
I downed another shot and kept watching her from afar when I suddenly see Jake walk up to her drunk as hell. I furrowed my eyebrows when he held onto her waist and brought his face dangerously close to hers. What the hell was he doing? My blood boiled in anger and betrayal and I wanted to go up to them and rip him off of her but I knew I had no right. So, I stood and stared as she giggled. Giggled. That sent me off.
Aft
