Chapter 8: Beside You

Leila's POV

I peeled my eyes open slowly, groaning at the bright light that peeked through the window and flared in my eyes. There was something warm and comfy beneath me yet slightly hard as if I were laying on a floor layered with fluffy sheets.

I flickered my eyes upwards, not knowing what to expect until my breath hitched in my throat at the sight before me. Blake. . .Blake's face was inches away from mine and I was laying beside him.

His chest rose and fell with each short breath that escaped his slightly parted lips and I was tempted to reach upwards and touch them, but I stopped myself, knowing that I would most likely regret it.

But. . .I can touch his hair? I raised my hand hesitantly and hovered it over his head before letting my hand fall gently into it. His hair was soft and for some reason my hands strayed, leading down his cheek, hovering over his lips before I jutted my hand back when he slightly stirred.

It was like time suddenly stopped as my breath hitched in my throat, wondering whether or not he would wake up. After a few minutes of no stirring, I pulled my hand back to my side, preparing to slowly roll away from him when his eyes suddenly flickered open.

I squealed loudly, shoving myself away from him quickly but miscalculating the remaining space there was on the bed which resulted in me falling over and landing on the floor with a humph.

"What the f**k?" Blake's raspy voice cackled, and I cried out in pain as I propped myself upwards. "Blake! What are you doing in my bed?" I exclaimed as I pushed myself onto my feet and flushed in embarrassment at the amused smirk on his face.

He rubbed his eyes sleepily and raked his hands through his hair, tossing it to the side and flashing me a smirk, "you were in my bed, brat."

My face grew red, and I pressed my hands against my cheek, feeling the heat creeping into my fingers. This really is his bed, I-I fell asleep here watching the movie. "And you let me, you perv!" I cried, preparing to pounce at him.

"What was I supposed to do? Push you off the bed or carry your fat ass to yours?!" He cackled as he fell back onto the bed, guffawing. My mouth fell agape, and I kicked the side of the bed and he flinched away, his eyes still glinting with amusement.

"Well, maybe you could have slept on my bed and just let me sleep here alone!"

He rolled over, his feet dangling off the bed, "I'd definitely want to get in your bed," he mumbled, but the words were clear as day and I blushed deeply, "Blake!" I whined as I stalked over to my side of the room and snatched my towel off the rack.

I rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me and sliding down the wall as my heart palpitated against my chest rapidly.

Did he just say that?

Pushing myself off the floor, I began to un-peeled my clothes off of me. "And you better hurry the hell up brat. I have stuff to do, unlike you!"

I mimicked him, rolling my eyes as I slipped into the shower, "and you better not be mimicking me!" He exclaimed loudly.

How did he know!?

"Teacher's instincts!" He shouted, and I gaped, leaning back against the wall as I huffed in disbelief.

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I tumbled out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of short jean pants, a white t-shirt and my red and white vans. I tumbled down the hallway, pulling my hair into a bun as I made my way into the kitchen.

There Blake stood, dressed in a grey suit and an apron wrapped around his waist.

"Blake? What are you doing?" He removed the apron and pivoted on his heels, "have a seat and come have breakfast," He said as he motioned towards the table.

"What! No, I don't trust you, what if you try poisoning me!?"

He rolled his eyes, chuckling deeply as he lowered himself down onto the stool. "You don't trust me! I don't trust you and look how I'm warming up to you. I let you sleep in my room after all...right?

Rolling my eyes, I stumbled towards the table and sat down opposite from him. "Blake, this is our room, not yours, so get your Scottish head out of your Scottish ass," I spat. He arched his brows before sliding a plate of French toast, eggs and bacon towards me. "I felt generous," He shrugged nonchalantly.

I gave him a wary look and lifted the fork above the plate before carefully digging it into the egg. His eyes were trained on me as if he were expecting something. I placed the fork back onto the plate, my eyes never leaving his as I did so.

"Just eat the damn egg brat, class starts in the next twenty minutes, so chop, chop!"

I crossed my hands over my chest and leaned back in my seat as I trailed my eyes over his face, searching for any sign that he was trying to sabotage me. "Why aren't you eating?"

"Already did," He said, his lips tucking upwards in a sinister smile. I knew he was mocking me but damn Blake, not a good look on you right now. I sucked in a harsh breath and raised the fork to his lips, "I wanna see you try it."

He paused, his eyes flickering down to the fork before he leaned forward and flickered them back towards me. Without breaking eye contact, he took the fork into his mouth and my breath hitched in my throat as he pulled away, chewed slowly and licked his lips almost seductively.

"Will you eat now, miss Hart?"

I rolled my eyes as he grabbed the fork from my hands and scooped some egg onto my toast. He handed it to me and I took the toast from his grasp, smiling softly, "thank you."

"You're welcome." He exclaimed as he rose from the stool, adjusted his necktie and motioned towards the plate, "eat up."