Entering our house, we were deadly quiet. Blake hadn't said a word, but his big hand still kept holding mine.

“Do you want to eat something? I know it's late, but... tonight proved to be quite eventful.” I brushed my fingers over my arm, awkward and so damn tired. But I also wanted food. Maybe it could help me get my mind off things for a bit.

“No,” he gritted out and I studied his tense face. A muscle was ticking in his jaw and his brows were lowered.

“Okay...” I breathed out and headed to the kitchen.

I jumped and nearly dropped my sandwich when I turned around and...