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Hope’s POV

My bra snaps and the hook falls to the ground, hitting a pebble and goes ‘clink’. My bra, my nude colored bra dangles in Blake’s hand and what does the guy do?

He blinks and looks at my bra in his palm.

It’s my hands shoot up tp cover my blouse and Blake counties to stare at my bra as if surprised by his own actions.

For a split second, it is as if time stands still.

“Hope, I—“

I head butt him in the head.

SMACK!

Blake takes a few steps back and comes to a halt. The bra falls from his hand and his mouth drops to an ‘O’ even as a hand goes to nurse his forehead.

“What the heck are you doing, Hope?” He frowns, shaking his head.

“Are you out of your mind, Blake!?” I scream at the top of my lungs in reply.

“What were you thinking?” I blast on. “A group of Omegas just tried to attack us and you want to make out?” My hand goes to the air, I shake my fists, exasperated.

He stares at me, his gaze making me hot all over. It is hard to go on with the sudden spike of lust rushi