You know that feeling you get when you've been caught doing something wrong? That's how I feel under Blake's scrutinizing gaze only I know I've done nothing wrong. So why did it feel that way?

"Are you gonna stand there all day, or are you gonna let me in?" Blake questions, eyeing me like I was some weirdo. I hadn't realized I had just been standing there completely zoned out for the last minute.

"Oh, uh sure," I mumble, fumbling with the door, a rush of embarrassment turning my cheeks a light tinge of pink. I step aside letting Blake in and closing the door behind him.

He greeted my...