Blake's POV
I woke up after difficulty sleeping. My body was aching all over. I couldn't move. I have never taken the floor before, so it's going to be an experience. Well, I guess I kind of deserve it for making out with Brielle in the kitchen. For one, I thought he was going to flip and attack me, but he was pretty chill about it and planning his sweet revenge on me. I guess we are even that way.
I managed to get up, and I was alone in the room. Seems like Brielle's old man woke up earlier. I usually wake up, but I guess being in a different place threw me off my routine. I stood up and stretched my limbs and yawned. Then, I picked up the pillow and comforter and put them on the bed. I put on my shoes and went out of the room to find Brielle and her father.
I looked around the hallway
