Rylie's Pov
"Gee Rylie, you don't look so good. Are you sure you're not hot as well?" Blake asked, his concern as fake as my response.
"I'm not hot and that doesn't faze me."
"Well, for one, you looked incredibly flustered and you're also sweating. A lot, if I might add," he pointed out.
I was sweating? I touched my forehead and saw that he was right. I was sweating.
"Maybe I am a little hot. Could you perhaps get me something cold?" I choked out.
"Sure. Anything for you, girlfriend," he winked before walking out of the room, his shirt in hand.
"Wouldn't want them getting the wrong idea now, would we?"
"Sure."
As soon as he stepped out of the room, I rushed to the window and opened it to let fresh air in. As the warm breeze fanned my face, I let go of the breat
