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Everyone Loves Blake
CAMILLA RENÉE
MONDAY.
Blake's hands lingered on mine after the shake, he gave rise to his thumb and rubbed a small circle over the top of my palm.
He didn't pull away after that, just a very intense gaze and what I've come to know as his signature smirk.
Taking matters in my hand, I mean that quite literally, I pulled my hand away, clearing my throat not to make that exchange too awkward and obvious.
Even afterwards, his gaze rested solely on me.
From behind, Dylan got out of the water, pulling my hand to help me.
I was close enough, could get out myself, maybe there's an ulterior motive to that.
Since we were out, Blake took his eyes off me for a minute, directing them to Dylan.
A tensed and angry Dylan.
This entire place was tense.
"Come here!"
He cooed, pulling him in for a little bro hug.
Even I could tell he didn't want to do it, his shoulders tensed
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