Rylie's POV
"Rylie, are you awake?" the intruder asked.
That's when it hit me. That voice...
Whirling around, I felt my jaw drop as my eyes landed on him.
Blake Weston was in my room? At midnight? Hell no!
I stared at him in point blank shock, unable to speak as my fear faded to be replaced with shock and just a bit of anger.
"Blake! What in the actual f**k is wrong with you?!" I yelled once I finally got my voice back.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled sheepishly.
"You're sorry?!" I yelled again.
"Rylie, maybe you should try to keep your voice down..."
"You don't worry about that. My family could sleep through an earthquake."
"Oh! What about you?"
"I wasn't asleep yet."
"Why not?"
I thought back to the moments before Blake broke in to my room and cleared
