Blair’s POV
My eyes slit open, and my vision was a tad blurred. There was a figure of a man in front of me, I couldn’t make out his face because my vision was still blurry. The man took a sharp breath as if someone had just punched hard in the gut, he scurried towards me. The moment his scent filled my nose, my heart skipped a beat. The only person who has this unique smell is Blake. I closed my eyes and opened it again, and this time my sight was clear enough to see the dark lines underneath his eyes and the relief flashed over his face.
“B,” He mutters under his heavy breath that he seemed to be holding for far too long. He was seated in a chair on my right side. He was still wearing his white shirt that makes his ink on his body visible through thick garment.
“B,” I said in a small
