Out of your way

****************Blake Pov**************

When the shorthand on the clock hit seven and the long hand pointed at twelve, I stared away from the wall clock and looked at the door.

Then I rolled over,  laid on my back, and slowly shut my eyelids,  blinking as my eyes adjusted to the bright chandelier light.

It was hard to fall asleep when Nero was haunting my dreams, and it was even irresistible to ignore his scent, even though I was trying to since he arrived home a few hours ago.

When the bitterness I felt finally left me, I dragged myself out of bed and headed in the hallway, planning on going downstairs for a cold glass of water.

But as I wa