Rylie's POV
Just then, as though God finally decided to have pity on me, Blake's mom appeared at the door just in time to yell "What is going on here?!"
I hurriedly pulled away from Blake who didn't seem to be that bothered.
"We were... Uh, I was... just leaving. Bye!" I stammered, running out of the room, brushing past her as I did.
My face was probably as red as a tomato but I didn't bother stopping until I got home. I didn't even say goodbye to Grandma Nellie.
Once home, I rushed up the stairs to my room, locked the door and crashed into a heap on my bed.
The only thing I could think was, "What just happened?" or more aptly put, "What almost happened?"
Blake's POV
Amazing how a little back massage can get a girl who claims to hate you, or at least used to, read
