Chapter 56: Chapter 56

Rylie's POV

Waking up the next morning, I had an unusual smile on my face which was a bit weird since I wasn't too much of a morning person. As I went through my morning activities, my mind was half focused on the things I was doing and the other half was thinking back to all that had transpired the day before.

While Asher and I were still a long way from ever going back to the way we were before — and I doubted we ever would — at least I could rest easy knowing that it was never about me.

Contrary to what I'd thought and what Logan had said, what transpired with Asher had never been my fault. It'd never been because I was too uptight or wouldn't go all the way with him. It'd all been because of his dad and Mindy and somehow, that made me feel better.

And then there was Blake. Sweet, sweet Blake. While my situation with Asher was pretty much figured out, it was a different issue entirely when it came to Blake.

After what he did to me, I'd told myself that I was over him. It was impossible to ever consider getting back with him after how bad he'd broken my trust.

Yet, despite how many times I told myself I was over him, a single touch from him was enough to set my heart racing. Yes, I was still very much in love with Blake even though I would never ever admit it to his face. He'd hurt me too much for me to ever trust him ever again. So, this was doomed to forever be my secret.

I'd just gotten dressed and was headed downstairs for breakfast when I heard my phone beeped meaning that I just got a text message. Grabbing my phone just before I stepped out of my bedroom, I turned on my phone to see that the message was from Sky.

Sky. I heaved a sigh and tapped on his message to read it in full. It was a short message and he just asked me if I was available to meet up later at the cafe. He said he had something to tell me.

I read the message and swiftly replied in the affirmative. He responded immediately with a smiley face emoji :)

After seeing his response, I slipped my phone in my pocket and chewed on my bottom lip in thought while making my way down the stairs to the dining room.

While Sky has dropped no hints as to what he wanted to tell me, somehow a part of me had an idea as to what it was going to be and I knew now that I had to end it, whatever it was I had going on with him.

I might have told Blake that he was overreacting when he spoke about my relationship with Sky but a part of me had always known that Sky had feelings for me. I just didn't want to address it and I had kinda wanted to rub it in Blake's face to make him jealous but I realised that I couldn't continue to lead him on. It was probably best to let him down since I would never like him that way.

So that was what I was going to do today. End things with Sky. Things were already complicated enough with Asher being back and well, Blake. The last thing I needed was to throw yet another guy into the mix.

With that settled in my mind, I sat down to breakfast with my family.

"Morning Dad, Mom. Butt head," I winked at Myles as I sat to eat.

Myles groaned and rolled his eyes at me, "Feeling better, lil sis?"

I fixed him a glare. He knew how much I hated being called ‘lil sis’ especially since we were twins and he was only ahead by a few seconds.

"Okay, that's enough, you two. Morning sweetie, how was your night?" my mom gently placed a hand on mine.

"It was fine, Mom."

"And you're feeling better? The migraine's gone?" she inquired again. I nodded. "Yup. I'm much better."

"I'm so happy to hear that," she sounded relieved.

"Hope you didn't stay out too late yesterday?" my dad interjected.

"No. No, I didn't," I shook my head.

"Okay. I'm happy you're okay, princess. And I'm sure your brother is too," he glanced at Myles who shrugged.

"Yeah whatever."

I gave a good-natured roll of my eyes and grinned at Myles before digging in. When breakfast was done with, I helped clear up the dishes and plates and tidied up the house as well. It was all to pass time until my meeting with Sky.

After tidying up the house and kitchen against my mom's wishes, I went to throw out the trash instead of Myles. I'd just put the lid on the metal bin when the door to the Myers' opened and out stepped Blake and coincidentally, he was also carrying a trash bag.

At first when our eyes met, neither of us seemed to have anything to say or even know what to say. It didn't escape my attention just how breathtaking Blake looked. His brown fluffy shoulder length hair which was usually swept back was messy and strewn across his face, giving him this extremely sexy vibe. He had on a tank top that clung to his upper body, making very visible the muscular chest underneath. The pair of shorts he had also fit him perfectly revealing his toned lean legs. Finally, as if all that wasn't enough, nature was also on his side. As soon as he stepped out, the sun rays reflected on his brown hair giving him a sort of heavenly glow.

In a word, he was perfect and almost no different from a bad boy. I felt my throat run dry just by staring at him.

"Morning," he raised a hand in my direction.

Still struggling to regain my composure, I nodded back at him. He smiled at me and walked to drop the trash bag in his hand in the metal bin in front of their home for the trash track to pick up. My eyes followed his every movement.

I expected him to head back into his house but instead, found him walking towards me. As he approached me, I instinctively took a step back.

"W-What are you doing? Shouldn't you be heading inside?" I pointed at his home, making sure not to meet his gaze.

"I just wanted to hear you speak first. Your voice still sounds as angelic as ever," his voice was lilting and sounded like music to my ears.

Still, I knew I couldn't let myself fall for it again. So I looked up and our eyes met. Instantly, my breath hitched at the look I saw in the gray gaze that had been the subject of my dreams for a while now. I knew I couldn't let myself get pulled in again but it was so hard to avoid getting sucked in.

"Whatever you say, Blake. I should get going," I desperately wanted to get back into the safety of my house, away from Blake and his enchanting eyes.

Surprisingly, as I turned to leave, Blake's hand shot out and grabbed my arm to stop me from leaving. My heartbeat quickened and I slowly looked between the hand on my arm and the owner of the hand.

"I'm sorry." He withdrew his hand. My body turned cold at the loss of contact. "I just wanted to ask about your health. Are you feeling any better today?" he asked awkwardly.

"Oh yeah. Yeah. I'm doing much better, thanks to you," I decided to acknowledge his help yesterday.

"It was- it was nothing," he blushed slightly. I smiled inwardly on seeing the blush. I never thought that I would get to see him blush just because of a simple acknowledgement. It was interesting, to say the least even though I didn't mention it. "So... I know this might sound a bit sudden especially considering all that has happened but maybe– probably, you'd like to get a milkshake with me? My treat, of course."

I was a bit taken aback by his sudden request. He was more or less asking me out on a date. A date with Blake Weston. Sounded like a dream but I couldn't do it.

I was still thinking about ways to reject him when the sound of a motorcycle stopping beside my house attracted my attention. Blake saw who it was first and judging by the scowl on his face, I instantly knew who it was.

I looked behind me just in time to see Asher climb off the bike. I glanced at Blake and then at Asher.

Well, this should be interesting...