The Perks of Privacy [BLAKE]

[Riley Sharp]

She'd never had a boy over that she hadn't beat up before hand. Her nerves were shaking out of control. The inside of the house looked decent, given all her mother's hard work, but she lit just about every candle she could to cover the scent of her mom's alcohol bottles. So far, she thought it was working. The smell of hazelnut danced around her nose.

As frazzled as she was, Riley managed to pull herself together. She reapplied her make-up, curled her hair, and changed into decent clothes. She exhaled deeply and did one last clean up of her home. Hopefully Blake wouldn't find it too uninviting. She smiled to herself and took a seat on the couch. She was staring at the door, just waiting for any sign of life...

But what if he doesn't show?

[Blake Jackson]

Blake slowly brought his car to a stop in front of the trailer. He honestly didn't know why Riley was so ashamed of her home. It was bigger, and nicer, than his rundown apartment. It looked lived in, which was a nice feeling. Even the locatoin was wonderful. She could have life or privacy. He let out a deep breath and killed the car, jerking the keys with him as he slowly slid out.

The air was brisk, and a chill shot down his spine. For the first time ever, Blake was nervous. Slowly walking up the steps, he fixed the hair from his eyes and lightly tapped on the door.

[Riley Sharp]

Her breath almost caught in her throat when the knock came. She was happy he'd decided to show, but still far more nervous than she'd care to admit. She quickly stood and checked her appearance in the mirror. She moved her hair over her shoulders, and nodded to herself. "You can do this," she whispered.

Riley wrapped her fingers around the doorknob, taking in one last deep breathe before she pulled the door open. "Blake," she put on her best grin. "I didn't know if you were going to come... Here, come in. It's chilly out there."