Chapter 85 Perfect

Chapter 85 Perfect
RYLIE
The day Blake and I had confessed our feelings for each other still remained fresh in my mind. I remembered how excited I'd been at the idea of our fake relationship finally becoming something real and how I'd thought we had something that would last. Now I was seated in the very same spot he'd given me my second and most devastating heartbreak while he waited to hear my true feelings about him again. It was all a bit ironic actually.
"You're quiet," Blake muttered, drawing my attention to him. It was clear that he was nervous. The look on his face said that much but I still had some thinking to do.
I took a deep breath, using that moment to collect my thoughts before I started to speak. "Blake, I want to tell you I feel the same way you do but I'm scared. I'm scared of getting hurt again and I don't think I can tell you I feel the same if I can't trust you."
After I stopped, I looked down at my legs and nervously twiddled with my fingers. I didn't want to see Blake's reaction while I waited for his response. I expected him to promise me that he wasn't going to break my trust and try to clear my doubts but he did something else, something totally unexpected.
"You are right," he replied.
"Wait what? You actually mean that?" I furrowed my brows in confusion.
"Yes, I do because you're right. Our relationship cannot survive if you don't trust me and I can see why you would be hesitant to trust me. Look Rylie, I can't promise not to make mistakes while we're together. I'll make mistakes and so will you. But what I can promise is that I'll try my best to talk to you. I should've done that after my grandma died instead of shutting you out and making such a drastic decision on my own. And I'll also promise that if you place your trust in me, I'll do my best not to break that trust for as long as I live. I know this might not the most epic love confession ever but I mean everything I'm saying, Rylie. If this isn't okay for you, Rylie, I completely understand."
I stared into his eyes and after a beat, I let the words hanging on the tip of my tongue out. "I love you, Blake."
"Y-you do?"
I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. "I love you so much. You're the best guy I could've ever asked for and I'm okay with everything you said. And it was an epic love confession. One for the history books." I kissed him again.
"Does that- does that mean what I think it does?" he asked, his excitement palpable.
"If you think we're dating right now then you're totally right," I said with a big grin on my face.
Without saying another word, he cupped my face and kissed him hard. As his lips met mine, my eyes slid shut and I was suddenly only aware of him: the feel of his broad chest pressed against mine, his hands which he had on my cheek and waist, the soft feel of his lips against mine as his tongue parted my lips.
Still I wanted more, needed more of him. I'd dreamt about this moment for long and now that it was finally here, I wanted as much of him as I could get.
Fully surrendering to the kiss, I slowly moved my hands over his broad upper body and let my hands get used to the feel of him even if it was through a shirt. Against my lips, Blake grinned and pulled back for a second to say, "I'd suggest you be careful, Ry. We are on a roof after all."
He kissed me again and as our kiss grew deeper, I felt myself getting lost in the feel and taste of him. The taste of him was intoxicating and just like a drunk, I still wanted more.
When we eventually parted, we were both breathless and panting but I couldn't have been any happier as I snuggled with him, staring up at the starry night sky. Now this was perfect.

Days passed and Blake and I continued to grow closer. We'd gone public with our relationship and for the most part, everything was going great except of course for one tiny detail: Asher.
While Kristen hadn't given either of us much trouble since we started dating again, Asher was the complete opposite. He continued showing up on set and at my home. One time, he and Blake had even almost come to blows because of it. Luckily, I'd been able to separate them before things got too heated.
It was yet another day and sure enough, Asher was back on set right before I had a scene.
"Asher, why won't you just give up on me? Don't you get that we're over?"
"That's the thing, Rylie. I can never be over you. I love you," he proclaimed confidently. I sighed and palmed my forehead.
"Asher, I don't know what to tell you then. I'm with Blake and I love him. I've moved on. Why can't you?"
"I love you, Rylie. That's why," he took my hands in his, "and I know you do too."
I pulled away from him and took a step back. "I don't love you, Asher. We're over and that's that. The sooner you realize this and quit holding on to me, the better we both will be. I don't love you, Asher," I concluded as coldly as possible.
At this point, the look on Asher's face switched to anger and he scowled. "But you love Blake though. What does he have that I don't, huh Rylie?!"
I sighed and smiled sadly at him. "You're angry so there's no point reasoning with you. You'll always hold a special place in my heart, Asher but I don't love you and that's the truth. I just don't. Goodbye Asher."
I turned and walked away in the direction of the set. As I was about turn around a corner, I glanced back just in time to see Asher speaking with Kristen. I was a little suspicious because it was Kristen after all and whatever she was up to couldn't be good. Since I was out of time though, I couldn't do anything about it. I did wonder though, what was Kristen up to?