Chapter 43 - Blake Pierce

Blake POV

Waking up in Wyatt’s house feels different from waking up in my house. Here feels real, feels like we are really together and he is not hiding me. He wants me here; he wants me in his life. Even when he is a dick trying to control my life, trying to get me to accept everything he does.

I roll to my side trying to find Wyatt but the bed next to me is empty and cold, means he hasn’t been in bed for a while. I scrunch my nose and turn again, burying my face against the pillow, taking a deep breath. A soft chuckle makes me jump and when I look over my shoulder, I see Wyatt standing against the door frame. He only has a towel wrapped around his waist while drops of water slide down his perfect body.

“I can give you a bottle of my aftershave if you want, you don’t need to go around sniffing my pillow,” he says with a smile plastered on his face and I immediately throw his pillow at him but I fail miserably when it falls on his f