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21 | midnight

Chapter 21: midnight
Midnight: noun; the middle period of the night
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21. Midnight

Have you ever wondered why in the hell people think New Years Eve is all that and a bag of chips?

It's pure bull.

With me by myself in a bar with all my friends being wild rabbits back in the house a couple of miles away.

Blake was still here and that's what worried me, why hasn't he gotten a girl in bed yet? It's his tradition.

When I look back at this year I realized that most of it was spent with Blake Reed, all the way from the tour to now, it's always been with him.

God he was annoyingly persistent in earning my trust again, and the truth was that he's already earned it, I just haven't told him yet. Just because I love to annoy him to, and he's practically doing what I want at any moment.

He was like my servant.

This is the life.

"5!"

God damn it, it's already starting.

I looked around and saw all the couples that had paired up, and no sign of Blake. I guess I was secretly holding the hope that he would be with me at midnight.

"4!"

Even if he was here though he probably wouldn't remember anything due to the large amount of alcohol he's had.

"3!"

Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around to see Blake just standing there, I scooted in my chair that I was sitting at and turned to face him.

"2!"

"Yes?" I asked.

"1!"

He grabbed my face in a hurry and it felt as if the world stopped, for the second time tonight he started to kiss me as if I was his air supply, it wasn't slow and steady-but rough and fast, full of pent up emotion.

I eagerly kissed him back, needing a release. It brought me back to the first night we ever kissed, the fire works returning for the grand finale show of the year.

Pulling apart he rested his forehead on mine as we caught our breath. He looked into my eyes and smiled. "I've waited....way to long to do that."

I grabbed back at him and pecked his lips. "...same, it's been too long."

Taking my hand in his he couldn't help but laugh as he dragged me out of the bar and into the cold airy night. A taxi came up and stopped in front of us before we got in and took off for the house-no more drunken moments.

Wobbling into the house it was as if the alcohol had taken over my brain and my body, my crutches found their way to the floor as Blake support all my weight, breathlessly brining me bridal style to our shared bedroom.

Shutting the door he threw me on the queen sized bed and smirked.

{insert steamy scene here}

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Waking up I felt someone's arm constrict over my waist and bring me closer to a rock hard chest. The content sigh escape my lips and I grinned-last night wasn't a dream.

Ever since the small squabble we had a couple of months ago I couldn't help but retract my trust from him-but I couldn't help making my sober thoughts, drunken moves and I don't regret it at all.

Rolling over I looked at Blake's sleepy features, letting my hand trace the scars he got on Afghanistan. No worries thought, he only got them because I punched him in the face because he pissed me off.

Still beautiful though.

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. "Look what you make me do?" He said making me feel the rhythm of his heart beat.

"Are you quoting T. Swift?" I chuckled.

He cracked his eyes open and laughed. "Hell no, she's a snake."

I poked his cheek with my other hand and tsked at him. "Eh, eh, eh...touchy subject Reed."

He just closed his eyes and brought me close run response. I rolled my eyes and got out of his death like grip before making my way to the conjoined bathroom on the right side of the bed-hopping on one leg since my crutches where in the other room.

He whistled from behind me. "I like what I'm seeing, we may have to repeat what we did last night before breakfast even starts."

Blushing a deep red I closed the bathroom door with a click and was quick to grab the cloths I left on the floor before heading into the restroom to change.

Throwing on my underwear and pajama pants I snatched one of Blake's sweatshirts that swallowed me whole and walked out to see Blake in a similar outfit.

"Let's get this over with." I groaned.

He helped me walk on one leg as we gathered the crutches before making it into the kitchen slash living room area.

Dylan and Anna where cuddling on the couch with cups of coffee in their hands while Dustin and Clara sat on the couch opposite of them doing the same thing.

They noticed us walking in and Clara squealed. "FINALLY! My Blara ship has sailed!" She said excitedly. "....for the second time.." she muttered the last part.

Blake just waved it off. "Yea, Yea. Let's not make a big deal out of it."

We sat down in the chairs next to them after grabbing blankets and the room went silent until I noticed a shift in the mood.

Looking at Clara and Dustin I caught something different about them. "Clara, what is that...." I said pointing to the...

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Note: any guesses on what is wrong with Clara?
🤔Question: any good book recommendations?—->
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