Page 148 of Need You To Choose Me

“Tired?” Blake asks as he pulls the truck onto the road, the soft country music playing on the radio.

“A little bit.”

He glances toward me, excitement shining on his face as the corner of his mouth tips upward. “Too tired to spend some time together?”

I eye him carefully, unsure of where he’s going with this. “Not that tired.”

What was he up to?

If possible, his smile grows even bigger. “Good.”

Blake returns his attention to the road as he turns his blinker on and changes direction.

The direction that’s most definitelynotgoing toward our neighborhood.

I expect him to elaborate, but he stays silent as he navigates the dark streets of our little town.

I turn my attention to him. “Care to share where we’re going?”

Amusement dances in his irises. “You’ll see soon enough.”

I open my mouth to protest, but his hand falls on my leg, giving me a soft squeeze. I press my thighs together, the desire pooling in my belly.

“Needy much?” Blake teases, his thumb moving in gentle strokes just above my knee.

It was strange how well he knew me. It’s like he had a radar or something that told him just what I needed. And one thing about Blake: he didn’t shy away from giving me what I wanted. No, quite the contrary, he made it his mission to do so.

“You’re not playing fair.”

“I never said I’d play fair, Blondie.” That smirk only grows bigger. “We’re here.”

Killing the engine, he opens the door. I look around, my brows pull together as I stare at the darkness.

A parking lot.

And not just any parking lot.

Blake opens my door and helps me out. “You brought me to school?”

“Yeah, I figured we could have a date.”

My brows pull together in confusion. “A date?”

At school?

My skepticism must be obvious because Blake explains, “At first, I thought we could go to dinner, but I know you don’t liketo eat late because of your blood sugar, and I know you’ve been struggling with that.”

I open my mouth to protest, but he just gives me a pointed look. “That little frown appears between your brows every time you see somebody eat something you like but know you can’t have because it’ll be bad for you and our baby. And I’m not putting you through that.”

“How—” I just stare at him, dumbstruck. I didn’t realize anybody noticed. It sucked royally because I’d see something or smell something or just get a craving, but I always had to weigh my options, and more often than not, the answer was no.

The corner of Blake’s mouth lifts upward, as he moves closer. His palms gently cup my cheeks and tilt my head back. “When will you realize it? I see you, Blondie.”

His words make the warmth spread through my belly, and my heart does that little flip inside my chest.

“I see you, baby,” Blake repeats, skimming his thumb over my jaw before he lets his hand drop.

He slides his arm around my waist, his palm settling on the small of my back as he leads me toward the field.

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