The Smirking Jerk (Blake's POV)

Chapter 93

I smiled, trying to keep from laughing.

My whole chest felt warm and light and like everything was okay.

Also, it was the first night in I didn't know how long that I hadn't ran miles before going to sleep, so it felt weird, that my muscles didn't burn.

I just felt... content.

So, I kept staring at Lexi, like the creep that I was.

I hoped she'd forgive me for it.

She'd been smelling my shirts and trying to lick my chest, she'd excuse my staring at her from afar as she slept.

There would definitely be Edward comments about this though.

I knew her.

Finally, Lexi started to move. One of her feet poke out from the blanket, resting on the ground, which I found a little hilarious.

And then in on quick movement, she sat up in my bed, like she'd been jolted awake. "Oh my god!" she said.

Keep it light, make sure she doesn't freak out.

Lexi was a master overthinker, after all.

"Good morning sunshine. And I already told you, you can call me Blake, that whole god thing is so over-rated," I joked, getting up.

She turned, looking at me, her eyes wide, almost in panic.

"Oh god, I'm feeling sick," she said, her voice cracking, hiding her face in her hands.

"Woah Pumpkin," I automatically said, rushing over to her side, sitting on my bed, my hand going to he back, holding her to my side, her head tucked under my chin. "You okay there," I asked her after kissing the top of her head.

I'd done it a little too naturally.

I'd just been so carefree with the holding her and kissing her last night that I was still in full-privilege mode.

"I'm gonna be sick," Lexi just whined, in my arms.

I ran a hand on her back, trying to be comforting. Hopefully she wasn't going to be sick like, right now, on my shirt. "Need a bucket, Pumpkin?" I asked a little too carefreely.

I'd been expecting this after all. I knew with how much she'd drunk alcohol and how little she'd drank water that she was going to have a wicked hangover in the morning.

"This is so not funny Blake," Lexi replied, and I was pretty sure that she hadn't been feeling sick she would have hit me.

"It is, just a little bit," I replied, as Lexi just pressed her face against my chest.

I had a half a second where I thought that maybe she was actually faking feeling sick and she was doing this just so she could feel up my chest.

Just like, half a second.

"Oh, because you think that me blurting out anything while drunk is funny," she mumbled.

Oh. So this was what was bothering her?

Hopefully she had issues with the drunk portion of that statement, and not with what she'd told me last night.

"You're referring to that?"

"I'm referring to a lot of things," she said.

Yeah, there were a lot of things that could have bothered her about last night.

I was ready for all of it though. I wasn't letting the scared deer escape because it had been spooked.

We'd talk things out. Whatever was wrong.