18. Space

Rylie's POV

Just then, as though God finally decided to have pity on me, Blake's mom appeared at the door just in time to yell "What is going on here?!"

I hurriedly pulled away from Blake who didn't seem to be that bothered.

"We were... Uh, I was... just leaving. Bye!" I stammered, running out of the room, brushing past her as I did.

My face was probably as red as a tomato but I didn't bother stopping until I got home. I didn't even say goodbye to Grandma Nellie.

Once home, I rushed up the stairs to my room, locked the door and crashed into a heap on my bed.

The only thing I could think was, "What just happened?" or more aptly put, "What almost happened?"

Blake's POV

Amazing how a little back massage can get a girl who claims to hate you, or at least used to, ready to get down with you.