Chapter 5
Wren
Tuesday morning, and I got home to once more find Blake sitting on my bottom step. He held a Dunks and bakery bag in his hands.
Inside my head, I growled, hating how my exhausted body perked right up at the sight of him.
His grin didn’t send a twinge of need through my core, nor did the slide of his dark blue eyes over my rumpled uniform.
Nope.
A definite no.
Lies.
“What do you want?” I snipped, keeping a few feet of distance between us so my body didn’t betray the truth taunting my brain.
He took his time standing, stretching out those long legs and making me have to tilt my head back to keep my focus on his gorgeous face.
A natural swoon rose up inside me that I had to choke off with a hard swallow.
“Good morning to you too,” he said with a smirk, those damn eye
