Dhalia POV
When we get back to the house, I smile sweetly at Chase and Blake, feeling a warmth that’s hard to describe.
Blake pouts at me, his expression playful but tinged with a bit of hurt. “You called me an asshole!” he says, looking almost like a wounded puppy.
I can’t help but laugh softly as I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss his cheek before whispering in his ear, “That was for Chase, not you.” I follow it up with a gentle kiss on his neck before leaning back, smiling at the way his eyes soften.
“Right, drinks!” Keeley suddenly announces, pushing between Blake and me. With a dramatic sigh, Blake turns on his heel and walks away without a second thought.
“Hey!” I call after him, annoyed at how Keeley treated him at that moment, but Blake is already walking off,
