Rylie's POV

"Rylie, are you awake?" the intruder asked.

That's when it hit me. That voice…

Whirling around, I felt my jaw drop as my eyes landed on him.

Blake Weston in my room at midnight? Hell no!

I stared at him in point blank shock, unable to speak as my fear faded to be replaced with shock and just a bit of anger.

"Blake! What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" I yelled once I finally got my voice back.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled sheepishly.

"You're sorry?!" I yelled again.

"Rylie, maybe you should try to keep your voice down…"

"You don't worry about that. My family...