Brielle's POV
I was staring at myself in the mirror in a daze when I was pulled out of my reverie by a very familiar hooter. My heart started beating with excitement. I did a once over in the mirror to make sure that nothing was out of place. Not that he would mind, but I always want to look my best.
" Brielle! Blake is here! Come down soon," my grandmother hollered.
" Yes! In a minute," I returned. I did a touch up on my lips and scrambled to find my purse before dashing down the stairs. In my rush, I didn't even see Blake standing near the bottom of the stairs with his back towards me. I smiled and when he sensed me, he turned to meet me.
I had no words. All I could was stare at him with a stupid grin on my face. He returned it with a smile of his own. Oh, how I missed him. My feet c
