Chapter 84 Do You Feel the Same?

Chapter 84 Do You Feel the Same?
RYLIE
Later that evening, I was moping on my bed, debating whether or not to go over to Blake's and try and fix things. If we were being realistic, I had nothing to explain to him. After all we were no longer together but I didn't feel that way.
The look on Blake's face when he had walked in on Asher and I had just been too heartbreaking and was forever imprinted in my head. So yeah, despite the fact that I had no reason to explain myself, I felt the need to do so. All I lacked was the courage.
I was still trying to summon the courage to walk over there and talk to Blake when my phone beeped beside me. I reached over and switched it on to find a message from Blake?
Excited and extremely curious, I tapped out the message which opened up to the words "Come over to your window."
I quickly rolled out of bed and padded over to my open window. Blake was standing by his, wearing a black hoodie.
He didn't say a word to me. Instead, he just pointed up at the roof and walked away. I was a bit lost. What exactly was his purpose for calling me and why point up? Eventually it occured to me that he wanted me to come up to the roof but why?
Still lost, I slipped on a jacket and headed out. Ava let me in and I headed to the roof. As I did, I was reminded of the last time I'd been up there and what had happened afterwards. The memories still pricked my heart but I shook it off and opened up the hatch that led to the top of the roof.
Almost immediately, I was hit square in the face by a sudden blast of cold winter air. My body longed for the warm confines of my room but as my eyes fell on Blake, I made the decision to power through and soon I was sitting beside him.
Few minutes later, Blake still hadn't looked at me since I sat beside him and I was worried. Being up on the rooftop was bringing back a lot of painful memories, memories I didn't want to remember at all.
"There's always been something about seeing the sunset that always got to me especially from a high place," he uttered, out of the blue. I looked at him and at the sight of the sun setting in front of us and smiled. "It does look pretty beautiful."
"Yeah but I know something even more beautiful."
"What?" I cocked my head to the side just as he did same. Our eyes met just as he said the word "You."
Almost immediately, I looked away as a blush spread from my cheeks to my neck and I bit my lip to keep from giggling.
"When I walked in on you and Asher today, my brain came up with a lot of conclusions, each hurting more the last. Perhaps the most painful one was that I was too late and you'd gotten back together with him. I couldn't bear the thought of that, Rylie. It hurt too much." His words came out slowly but with effort.
"Blake–" I started in an attempt to comfort him but he raised his hand to stop me. "You don't have to say anything, Rylie. I just need to get things off my chest for now." He flashed me a small smile and looked away. "What I did to you wasn't okay, Rylie and I'm sorry I ever did it. It was an incredibly selfish action and using Grandma Nellie as an excuse was horrible. I know that now. I've wanted to apologize to you so many times but I stopped myself each time. I was scared and for the most part, I felt I didn't deserve you. I felt that you deserved someone so much better, someone who wouldn't hurt you for stupid reasons so I thought it was best to stay away.
It wasn't. Every time I saw you with Sky and then with Asher, it killed me every damn time. I wanted so badly to take you away from them, keep them from touching you and knowing that I couldn't nearly broke me.
And now, with what happened today and the fact that I could lose you to someone else, the thought scares me, Rylie. I know you deserve someone better, so much more better but I don't think I can let you go. You mean too much to me.
I guess what I'm saying in essence is that I love you, Rylie Myers. I'm in love with you."
I had not been expecting that. Even when we were dating, love wasn't something we'd said to each other. And now, Blake was telling me he loved with me with more conviction that I'd ever heard him say anything.
Tears began to slide down my cheeks without me even realising it.
A look of affection and concern appeared on Blake's face as he cupped my cheeks and cleaned my tears.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I sniffled, drying my eyes. "I have no idea why I'm crying. I guess I'm a little shocked is all," I chuckled and took a moment to collect myself. Blake kept his eyes on me until I was able to speak again. "Are you okay now?"
"Mhmm, I'm good," I nodded as confirmation.
"So," he paused briefly then continued, "I've said all I have to say about us. The only question is... do you feel the same way I do?" he caressed my cheeks and looked me dead in the eye.
I gulped, my face growing warmer the longer he had his hand on my cheek. Did I feel the same way about him? Could I say that I loved Blake Weston?