MYA'S POV
Blake just looks serious and a little stiff while he is showing me around the massive second floor. I imagine that the hallway behind the bar leads to the bedrooms, and I am not planning to go there. I want to get out of here as soon as possible, even if it is dark and wolves come out to hunt. It is dangerous being alone with Blake in a romantic cottage, with no cell reception. I approach the beautiful cedar wood bar, full of different bottles of wine, most of them his family's I assume, there are other different items like vodka, tequila, whisky, I see a nice bottle of scotch as well. He is definitely well stocked. I decided to lighten the mood by asking if we should do shots, but it seems that I did the complete opposite because his eyes just looked lost.
"You want to do shot
