The Run~Volume 2 ©2015 Sydney Wray

~27~Round 2

A/N: The cover above was made by Niamh Jenkinson

Being with Blake was like stepping into a fantasy world. He didn't seem real; he was so perfect and flawed at the same time that my intense feelings were starting to freak me out. 

But that's okay, because I was now able to say I trusted the boy that set me straight. 

"Blaire?" He called across the kitchen. "I need your help."

"With what?" I asked, looking into his pasta sauce. 

"Taste testing."

I felt his presence behind me, and I turned slowly to meet him. 

He looked down at me with his beautiful eyes, his strong complexion warming my stomach. 

"Here," Blake held out the spoon to me, a smile adding to the beauty of his face, "Tell me what you think."

I rolled my eyes with a grin. "I've eaten your pasta at least three times before. I know what it tastes like." 

"Amuse me and try it anyway."

I sighed dramatically, letting him place the spoon in my mouth. 

He watched me wide eyed for my critique, and I teasingly cringed. 

"It's terrible." He guessed, frowning with himself. 

I laughed out loud. "I'm kidding! It's good, really good."

Blake's hitched shoulders relaxed. "Good."

"Why is this so important to you?" I poked him as he passed me to the stove. 

"I want to make something good for you." He looked so vulnerable; I found it adorable. 

"Aw." I coo. "How sweet."

Blake rolled his eyes, squaring his body to me and pointing the spoon in my direction. "I don't enjoy the sass, Miss Richman."

"Oh, but I do." I whined with laughter. 

Blake dropped the spoon, rushing to me in a ducked position. 

I squealed, but it was too late. 

He had picked me up so I was hanging over his shoulder. 

Blake started to jog around his small living room and kitchen, my arms swaying over his back. 

"Blake!" I giggled. "Let me down!"

"I don't think so." He yelled with glee.

"What do I have to do for you to let me down?" I asked, offering a proposition. 

He had stopped running, but I was still hanging. 

"I want a kiss." I heard the smile in his tone. 

I laughed silently, my shoulders shaking. "Fine."

Blake slowly let me down, and once he was sure I was fine and standing on my own, I took off at a dash to the other side of the kitchen counter. 

He looked fake-shocked as he stood still with a pained hand held to his heart. "Cruel, Richman. Do you have a thing for leading poor, defenseless guys on?"

"Defenseless!" I gasped. "I was in an attacked position."

Blake snorted. "Sure." 

I stared at him with a half smile, him the same with me. 

"Blaire?" He looked serious now. "I want to tell you something."

"What?" 

"Come here." He said huskily, and I walked to him in a trance.