38.

Blake

My lips curled up in a mischievous grin, staring him right in the eye as I swiftly blocked his move with my left arm. Attempting to quickly strike him with my fist, my lips escaped a small gasp as with an inhuman speed his palm so firmly caught my wrist, soon enough finding myself trapped in his strong hands, once again that breath-taking smile making its way upon his lips as he pulled me so close, my eyelids fluttering closed on their own accord as soon as I felt the feather-like touch of those lips against my heated skin.

I let out a slow exhale, lightly pulling back and craning my neck to look up at him as I was about to finally tell him I give up, only to simply close my mouth shut.

My brows furrowed as I suddenly noticed him averting his attention, that menacing glower now etched all over his beautiful features, only spiking my curiosity and confusion as well.

Following his line of sight, my gaze darted straight towards the wall-sized windows of our study room, since we wer