The rest of the date actually went fairly smoothly. I don’t think the waitress actually realized that Blake was blind, and that made him very happy.

            When I drove him home, he invited me in for a bit. I wasn’t ready for the night to end, so I was more then happy to accept his invitation. We went into his room and he put some music on for us to listen too.

            He walked over to his bed, but instead of sitting on it, he slid to the floor and used the bed as a backrest. I sat down next to him and he slipped his arm around me. I laid my head on his shoulder and smiled. “Did you have fun at dinner?” I asked.

            “Yeah, it was pretty nice. Did you have a good time?”

            “Aside from being ambushed by Rachel?”

            He chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah, aside from that.”

            “I had a great time. It was nice going out with you,” I told him.

            His fingers started playing with my hair lightly. “So am I allowed to kiss you again?”

            I lifted my head and looked at him. “You’re allowed to kiss me whenever you want.”

            “Good,” he replied, before taking my face gently in his hands and pressing his lips to mine.

            The kiss was gentle and tender, and it made my heart melt a little. He didn’t try and deepen it; he just kept it nice and soft. When he pulled away, I was smiling. “You’re good at that,” I told him.

            He chuckled quietly. “I’m glad you think so, considering I’m out of practice.”

            I put my head back on his shoulder and his arm went back around me, holding me firmly to his side. When a song came on that I loved, my eyes lit up. I got to my feet and tugged on Blake’s hands until he stood up as well. I started dancing around, still holding his hands, but he just stood still. “Come on Blake, dance with me.”

            “I am not dancing, Hailey.”

            I pouted a little. “Why not?”

            “I’ll look like an idiot.”

            I stared at him for a minute to see if he was serious. When I realized he was, I shook my head. “You seriously think that I care what you look like when you dance? I look like a moron, but I don’t care.”

            “Well, I can’t exactly see you,” he replied sarcastically.

            I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be an ass. You’re dancing with me.”

            “No I’m not,” he said stubbornly.

            I frowned. How was I going to get him to dance? Suddenly, an idea came to me and I grinned wickedly. I sidled closer to him and slid my arms around his neck. He automatically put his arms around me, so I moved closer to him until our bodies were pressed lightly together. “Please dance with me,” I whispered into his ear.

            I felt him shiver and his arms tightened around me. “No,” he said, but there wasn’t as much conviction in his voice this time.

            I placed a soft kiss on the side of his neck, and I was pleased when I heard him inhale sharply. “But I want to dance with you,” I said cajolingly. “It’ll be fun.” I started moving my hips a little to the beat of the song.

            He remained still for another moment before letting out a long breath and moving with me a little. I smiled in triumph, but I didn’t say anything. We continued to dance until the song ended, and then he tried to pull away. But I just tightened my arms and kissed him lightly. “Thank you,” I murmured.

            “You’re welcome. I can’t believe you made me dance,” he muttered.

            “The art of female persuasion is amazing, isn’t it?” I teased him.

            He let out a short laugh. “Yeah. Somehow I think I’m going to be screwed when it comes to saying no to you.”

            I nodded. “The quicker you learn that, the better. I will always try to get what I want. And I’m not afraid to play dirty either.”

            He grinned. “Are you trying to say that you’re a dirty girl?”

            I was momentarily shocked, but I quickly recovered and burst out laughing. “Who knew that there was a pervert hidden in you,” I mused.

            He gave me a dry look. “I am a guy, Hailey. Of course I’m a pervert.”

            I kissed him again. “Well, I’m kind of glad. I thought I was going to have to rob you of your innocence or something.”

            Before I could process what was happening, he had me spun around and pressed up against the wall. His lips hovered over mine. “Trust me, I am anything but innocent,” he said, before crushing his lips to mine.

            This kiss was different. It was more demanding and a little possessive. My body was alive with energy as he nipped lightly at my bottom lip, demanding entrance. I complied eagerly, more then happy to let him take control.

            When he pulled back a few minutes later, neither of us was breathing steadily. He put his forehead on my shoulder as he dragged in a ragged breath. “We may end up killing each other before this is over,” he informed me.

            I chuckled. “You might be right. But it’ll definitely be worth it.”

            “Hell yeah,” he said. He lifted his head again and kissed me gently. “I didn’t hurt your back when I pressed you against the wall, did I?”

            “No, but I wouldn’t say no to a massage anyways.”

            He chuckled and pulled away, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bed. He pushed me lightly until I was lying on my stomach, and then he sat beside me. He pushed my shirt up and then trailed his fingers over my back, causing me to get goosebumps. When he started rubbing my muscles, I sighed in relaxation. Jared was good at massages, but he didn’t compare to how Blake’s hands felt on me.

            Blake massaged me for fifteen minutes and then leaned down to kiss my right shoulder blade. “Relaxed?” he asked me.

            I murmured in agreement, finding that it was too much effort to actually talk. Blake kissed my shoulder again and then trailed his lips up to my ear. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

            That snapped me out of my relaxation. “Blake…” I said.

            “I didn’t mean it like that, Hailey. I’m not going to rush into anything with you. I want to do things right. But I also know that you’ve been having trouble sleeping, so maybe I can help you.”

            I allowed my body to relax once again. “Oh. Well, in that case, sure. Let me just call my uncle to let him know.”

            “Will he mind letting you stay here?”

            “No, he’s pretty cool that way. He also trusts me. Will your aunt mind?”

            “Definitely not. She’s so happy that I’m actually talking to someone that I’m pretty sure you could move in here and she’d welcome you with open arms.”

            I laughed. “That’s good I guess.” I rolled away from him so I could dig into my pocket and get my phone. I quickly called Liam and let him know what was happening. He was fine with me staying, which I had expected. After I hung up, I snuggled into Blake, who had stretched out onto his back. “Do you have something I can wear to bed?”

            “Yeah. You can either wear one of my shirts or ask Sophie to borrow something.”

            I shrugged. “I’m good with just wearing one of your shirts. It’s pretty late, so I don’t want to bug Sophie.”

            He sat up, bringing me with him. We got off the bed and he led me to his dresser. He ran his hands along the front of the drawers, and I leaned in to look a little closer. I realized that there were stickers over every drawer and I assumed that there was a difference to each one, which was how he knew which drawer was one he wanted.

            He located the right drawer and pulled it open. He grabbed a pair of pajama pants for himself and a t-shirt for me and then shut the drawer. He handed the shirt to me. “Here you go.”

            I took it from him and moved back to the bed. I looked at him over my shoulder. “I guess one advantage to you being blind is that you can’t peek while I get changed,” I said teasingly.

            “You think of it as an advantage, I think of it as a disadvantage,” he replied.

            I laughed. “You really are a pervert.” I quickly pulled off my jeans and shirt and put his shirt on instead. It fell to about mid thigh because he was so much taller then me. When I turned to face him again, he was wearing the pajama pants and nothing else. I let my eyes wander down his chest and subtle abs.

            He chuckled from where he was standing. “I can hear you drooling,” he teased.

            I tore my eyes away from his body to look at his smiling face. “Hey, I’m allowed to look,” I said. “How do you stay in such great shape?”

            “Well, I haven’t had much to do in the past two years, so my aunt had a home gym installed for me. I spend a lot of time in there.”

            “That makes sense.” I watched as he made his way over to me. I was struck once again by how confident he was in moving around his room with nothing to guide him. “How can you move around here so easily?”

            “Again, I’ve spent the past two years pretty much stuck in this house. I learned how to maneuver around the whole house without running into anything.”

            “But you’re comfortable in my house too, and you’ve only been coming there for a few weeks.”

            He hesitated for a moment as he stopped in front of me. “I can’t really explain that one. It’s like I’ve developed this extra sense that allows me to know when I’m going to run into something. Once I’m familiar with a place, I can automatically tell when something has been moved, which allows me to avoid crashing.”

            “That explains why you were able to move through your room so easily after you turned it into a war zone.”

            He frowned. “What do you mean?”

            I reached up to place my hand on his cheek. “Last week when your dad called, you threw a bunch of stuff around. There were things all over the floor, but you walked through it without tripping on anything.”

            “Oh yeah. That’s what I mean. I didn’t even realize that I was doing that.”

            I started to reply, but a huge yawn interrupted me. Blake chuckled and climbed onto his bed. I followed behind him, stifling another yawn. Once Blake was lying on his back, I scooted closer and laid my head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around me, holding me firmly to him. His free hand traveled to my chin, and he tilted my head up so he could kiss me. 

            When he pulled away, I snuggled closer to him, letting out a sigh of contentment. It felt… right, being in his arms. As if I was meant to be there. I kissed his chest before letting my eyes close. “Good night,” I murmured.

            “Night Hales,” he replied.

            Waking up in Blake’s arms was something I could definitely get used to. We had shifted in the night so that he was spooning me from behind, his left arm wrapped snugly around my waist. I tried to move so I could go to the bathroom, but his arm tightened around me, not letting me leave the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked sleepily.

            “I have to go to the bathroom,” I replied.

            “Hmm, well I’m not done sleeping, so you can hold it until I feel like letting you go.” He buried his face in my hair and inhaled deeply

            I laughed. “Oh you think so?”

            “Yeah,” he replied.

            I managed to flip over so that I was facing him. I put one of my hands on his chest and started tracing patterns on his skin. “I’ll come right back,” I promised.

            “Uh uh, you’re not allowed to leave the bed yet,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

            I moved my head closer to him and pressed my lips against his neck, smiling when his breath caught briefly. “Please?” I asked, my mouth still against his skin.

            He let out a sigh and finally loosened his hold on me. “Fine, but you better not take too long.”

            I climbed out of the bed. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I said and scurried over to his attached bathroom. Once I was done, I went right back to the bed and returned to my previous spot, curling into him once again. “See? Told you I’d be right back.”

            He put his arms around me and nuzzled at my neck. “It was cold without you,” he whined.

            I chuckled. “Poor baby.” I kissed him softly. “Warmer yet?”

            “Not yet, maybe another kiss will help.”

            I complied, pressing my lips lightly against his again. But this time his hand came up to the back of my head, preventing me from pulling back. He nibbled at my lips and I granted him access. He made a sound of pleasure as he rolled us over so that he was hovering over me, not breaking the kiss.

            I allowed my hands to play over his smooth back. I loved the feel of his skin; it was so silky and soft. Blake pulled his mouth away from mine and ran them over my jaw and down my neck. He lightly sucked on the skin on the side of my neck and I wasn’t able to prevent my back from arching, pressing us together intimately.   

            He pulled away immediately. “Okay, I think I’m warm now,” he said breathlessly.

            I smiled. “Yeah, me too.”

            He rolled off of me and sat up. “I need to get better control of myself, or I won’t be able to take this slowly.”

            I sat up as well and rubbed his back. “I’ll let you know if you’re going too fast, Blake. You just found a sensitive spot on me, which is why I reacted like that.”

            His lips tugged up into a smile. “How many sensitive spots do you have?” he asked.

            “You’ll just have to find out for yourself,” I told him cheekily.

            He groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “Come on, let’s go get some breakfast before I never let you leave my room.”

            “Okay, let me just get dressed first.”

            He shook his head. “No, I like thinking of you wearing something of mine. Is that weird?”

            “A little, but that’s okay, because I like wearing your stuff. But I can’t go out in the house wearing just your t-shirt. What is Sophie or your aunt is awake?”

            “Go to the top right drawer of my dresser. There’s a bunch of boxers in there that you can wear underneath the shirt.”

            I climbed off the bed and went to the dresser. I opened the drawer he told me too and grabbed a pair of plain blue boxers while he went to the bathroom. I put the boxers on and waited for him at the door.

            He came out of the bathroom and walked to my side without missing a step, which made me frown a little. “How the heck did you know where I was standing?”

            “I could hear you breathing,” he replied.

            “Jesus, your hearing really is good.”

            “Told you so. Now, are you hungry?”

            “Yeah, I’m starving.”

            He opened his door and ushered me into the hall. He took my hand and we went into the kitchen. Sophie was sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal, and she looked up when we came in. Her jaw dropped when she saw me, but she quickly recovered. “Morning Blake, morning Hailey.”

            “Good morning Sophie,” I replied cheerfully. Blake just grunted in response and I rolled my eyes. We walked over to the table and Blake motioned for me to sit down. I did as he asked and watched in interest as he went around the kitchen, gathering bowls, spoons and the milk, placing them on the table before moving to another cupboard.

            “What kind of cereal do you like?” he asked.

            “Whatever you’re having is fine.”

            He nodded and grabbed a box from the cupboard, then came and sat next to me. The three of us ate in silence, lost in our own thoughts. Abby wandered in at one point and flopped down beside Blake’s chair. Blake absently rubbed her with his foot and that made me smile a little. For someone who pretended not to really care about anything, he obviously loved his dog.

            We spent the rest of the day hanging out with Sophie, playing games and goofing around. I think Sophie was surprised that Blake was willingly doing stuff with her, but she was also obviously pleased.

            When it came time for me to go home, Blake walked me to the front door. He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. “I think my bed is going to feel empty without you tonight,” he said.

            “Maybe I can stay over one night next weekend,” I suggested.

            “I like that idea.”

            “So I was thinking, maybe I could start picking you and Sophie up in the mornings before school. That way your aunt doesn’t have to worry about driving you and I can spend more time with you.”

            He was quiet for a minute. “I wish I could be the one offering to pick you up,” he said quietly.

            I ran my hands up and down his back. “Well, I like driving the Camaro, so it works out for me that you can’t,” I replied.

            His lips twitched a little. “I don’t deserve you,” he replied softly.

            My heart melted a little. “Sure you do. I’m not exactly perfect.”

            He chuckled. “True, but you’re a better person then me.”

            “Well, that’s just a given.”

            He pushed me away from him slightly. “Okay, you can leave now.”

            I laughed and gave him a quick kiss. “So I’ll come get you in the morning?”

            “Yeah. See you then.”

            I kissed him again and then walked out the door.   

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It's short and not edited AT ALL, but at least it's a chapter. After Word crashed and lost almost all my progress, I had to scramble to get this up for you guys. There is a good chance that this chapter will get rewritten at some point, but the general outline will stay the same. And since Word hates me, most of my bonus chapter disappeared as well, so it'll be another day or two before I can get that one up.

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