(Blake's POV)
“Somebody’s glowing!” Samantha chimed when Tara excused herself from us. Her eyes followed Tara walking towards the hall of the adjoining room. I was startled when she tugged me to the sofa. We both fell on the seat and surprised me with a punch on my upper arm.
“Tell me, Blake...” She has her dagger eyes on me. “You didn’t do anything stupid on that boat with her,” She asked in a low voice, her teeth gritting.
“What do you mean?” My eyes squinted, confusing me. I could not follow her.
“Did you see Tara? She was like Rapunzel singing the healing song. She’s glowing, idiot!” She whispered, and then she shut her one eye and smacked me again in my arm.
“What? She looked alright to me,” I was already getting impatient with her.
“I should have put condoms in your bag,” She sniffled.
