Page 37 of Secret

I learn Blake’s favourite food is pizza, which isn’t that surprising being he is a teenage guy. I laugh when he tells me his favourite colour is white, and he thinks I’m being mean when I tell him he always seems to wear blue or black, so I thought those were his favourites. We are cuddling on his bed as the TV plays in the background when I ask, “What’s your plan for after school?”

“The local university to study teaching. I’ve always dreamed of becoming one. My father did, too, but he didn’t get that chance.”

“It’s a good career, and I could see you being the sexy teacher all the girls dream about and who the boys want to be.” I laugh.

“I could definitely see you as a teacher, wearing a little skirt with some sexy glasses as I bend you over the library desks.” I slap my hand over his mouth to stop his little fantasy, which I don’t want to admit is pretty incredible. Blake chuckles at me while he gently kisses my palm as I notice the time on his clock in the corner.

“It’s six o’clock, I suppose I should be going back to my house.” I sigh, not wanting to leave.

“Are you sure? I mean, I would like to get to know your body again, but you might be too sore. We can just sleep,” he asks in a husky voice as he cuddles me from behind.

“I have to deal with my brothers. Running isn’t going to solve anything.” I roll over to face him as his blue eyes look at me with concern.

“Do you want me to come with you? I don't like you dealing with this alone.” He strokes my cheek as I lean into his touch.

“You can't, we can tell them soon, but, now, they wouldn't handle it well. I’ll be okay,” I say, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

I can’t resist pushing a gentle kiss on his mouth, which he returns and deepens instantly. He rolls me onto my back and kisses me harder.

“Blake, honey, are you home?” A sweet, female voice shouts up the stairs and Blake freezes on top of me, flashing me a small grin. He pulls me up with his hand as he gets off the bed.

“Do you want to meet my mum?” he asks with a blush, making me nod a ‘yes,’ even if I’m nervous. I walk to his bathroom, quickly running my fingers through my hair and slipping on my shoes as Blake watches with a small grin.

He leads me down the stairs and into the kitchen where a small, very pretty woman with short, blond, pixie-cut hair is standing, opening the fridge. When she sees us, the first thing I spot is she has the same blue eyes as Blake. She is taller than me by a little, and is wearing a nurse’s uniform. She’s probably around forty, but her looks make her seem even younger; I hope I look as good as she does when I’m older. When her whole face lights up with a big smile, I’m reminded of Blake again, and I wonder what he got from his dad. Her eyes briefly glance to our joined hands, making her smile more, if possible.

“Hey, honey, who is this pretty girl?” she asks as she comes over and hugs Blake. I’m a little taken aback when she hugs me tightly and pulls back to look at me in a strange way, like she recognises me.

“This is my girlfriend, Izzy. Izzy, this is my mum, Summer,” he says. My cheeks blush, and I love hearing him call me his girlfriend.

“Nice to meet you,” I say with a smile.

“It's great to meet you. Blake has never introduced me to a girlfriend before, and I was beginning to think he never dated.” She laughs, playfully hitting Blake’s arm.

“Really?” I arch an eyebrow at Blake, who laughs with a blush lighting his cheeks and pulls me to him.

“No girl mattered until you, so I didn't see a point,” he whispers in my ear, and I swear I love him a little more for that.

My phone goes off in my pocket. I pull it out to see Harley’s name. “I’m sorry, I should get this.” I walk away a little before answering, just in case he is shouting.

“Hey,” I say, and it’s suddenly awkward after how I left it with him; my chest actually aches at the reminder of the hurt on his face.

"I’m sorry, Izzy, for earlier; you were right. When are you coming home?" he asks, and I can hear how tired he is in his voice.

"I understand. I just want to be involved with you guys, and I’ll be back soon," I say in the kindest way I can.

“You are involved, and we are going to talk when you’re home. Should I bother asking where you are?” he sighs.

“Nope,” I say with an extra pop in the ‘p,’and I resist the urge to jump up and down at the thought they are going to tell me something. They must trust me if they do, and that means a hell of a lot.

“Fine, I will order pizza. I’ll see you soon,” he replies, and he hangs up. Wow, he must be pissed off at me a little. I don't want to go home, but I know I must. It’s unfair to keep them waiting for me.

I walk back to Blake, who is chatting with his mum, and he pulls me between his open legs as he rests on the kitchen stool. I smile as he chats to his mother, who is cutting some vegetables on the counter. When I make eye contact with her, she smiles at me but is still looking at me strangely.

“Do you want to stay for dinner, Izzy? I would love to hear about your family,” Summer asks.

I turn away from Blake to fully look at her. “No, sorry. I would, but that was my brother saying he has dinner ready. I have to go.” I frown a little at why she wants to know about my family, but I’m guessing it’s just a friendly thing.

“Okay, but how about next Monday?” she asks in a demanding way, and I can feel Blake tense around me. I want to say ‘no,’ but I’m hoping she is just being overprotective of her only son and wants to find out about his new girlfriend.

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