Chapter 8: A Little Moved

(Evan POV) I instantly sobered up, immediately releasing Aline and stepping back several paces. Blake stood at the door. Seeing our current state—my shirt disheveled, Aline's cheeks flushed and breathing rapid—he first froze, then blinked those clever eyes of his. Then he showed an "I understand everything" expression, eyebrows slightly raised, but wisely said nothing. "Today's soccer match at school was cancelled, so I got out early." He said while walking into the living room as if...