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panting. "We need to go now," he growled. His tone was serious but there was a sparkle of amusement in his eyes that put a grin on my face.
    The journey was over and Blake was opening my door for me before I knew it.
"I thought you weren't really a gentleman?" I teased.
He chuckled. "I'm not, but you make want to be. It's what you deserve."
I smiled up at him shyly. "Did you enjoy your first proper date?"
"It was amazing. You are amazing. And I'd really like a second one?" I was mentally jumping up and down, squealing but didn’t let it show.
"I think that can be arranged. I'll call you." His mouth dropped open and I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and turned to walk away.
He laughed. "So, it's like that is it?”
"Always.” I replied, playfully winking at him again before disappearing into the house.
    I closed the door and bent over to take off the shoes I was wearing and my feet sighed with relief. Pouring myself a glass of water in the kitchen, I leant against the sideboard and thought about Blake. He had been the perfect date tonight considering he hadn’t been on one since he was sixteen. He was funny, charming and caring. And his kiss...well, the man could definitely kiss. I shrugged away the voice telling me it was down to his experience in that area. He had asked for a second date, so at least I could be confident he wanted to see me again. I could second guess his intentions, or I could just take him on his word. If I went with the latter, I’d be able to get a good night’s sleep. So that’s what I decided to do.
     
    Blake
     
    I wanted to dislike her. I wanted to spend the evening with her and be completely turned off by her needy, clingy, slutty self. But I wasn’t. Because she wasn’t anything like that and never would be. She was funny, cute, sexy, passionate and so goddamn beautiful. And when she kissed me, I was a goner. The women I usually meet would have twirled their hair, giggled, fingered the top of their glass whilst looking up at me through their eyelashes, picked at a salad, skipped dessert, then suggest we go back to theirs for the night. She didn’t do any of that and it made me want her more. She was everything I thought I didn’t want. Turns out I was wrong. I skulked through the house and sat down on the sofa in the living room. How could this work? We were doomed from the beginning yet everything else felt so right. Did I think she was just going to accept Abbey? Yes, in my dreams, and my wildest imagination. But reality was a bitch. A scorned woman who just wanted to make me pay for tossing her out on the street after I fucked her.
    My phone beeped. I pulled it from my pocket and cringed as I read it. Amber was a reality.
    Hey sexy, wanna coming round to mine tonight? I have something for you ;-)
    I chucked the phone on the bed and punched my fist into the mattress. I wished I was someone different. Someone who would deserve a woman like Cassie. But girls like Amber were all I knew. How could I be boyfriend material? I didn’t do relationships. I didn’t know how to. I would only end up disappointing her.
    My phone beeped again. It was a picture. A needy, clingy, slutty picture. I told you I have something for you ;-)
    I couldn’t fall for that again. I wouldn’t. I text her back telling her I was busy. It didn’t turn me on anymore, I just felt disgusted with myself. I resolved to try. Try to be the man Cassie would want. One date with her and she was turning my world on its head.
    Beep. This is because of that Wilson girl, isn’t it?
    Yes. Yes it is.
     

Chapter 9
     
     
    Cassie
     
    Gran had told me to close up slightly earlier today so I got home around four p.m to find her busy cooking in the kitchen. As I entered the room and looked around I noticed that there was an unusually large amount of pots and pans that had been used. Gran clearly wasn't just cooking for me and her. We were having company. Maybe Laurel was coming over, or her friend Margaret from down