Rylie's POV
The day Blake and I had confessed our feelings for each other still remained fresh in my mind. I could still remember every word he spoke, the promises made, promises that were broken in a moment that equally remained fresh in my mind.
And yet, here I was yet again seated in the very same spot he'd given me my second and most devastating heartbreak. 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.
"Blake, I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel the same way about you and I want so much to be able to tell you those words right back but- I don't know if I can. What you did isn't something that is easy to get over. I love you, Blake. I really do but how can I trust that the next time something happens, you won't just dump me like you did this time. I love you but I can't do this if I don't trust you."
After I concluded, 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 commented in agreement, completely shocking me.
"Wait what? You actually mean it?" I furrowed my brows in confusion.
"Yes, I do because you're right. Our relationship cannot survive if you don't trust me and you would be right not to. Look Rylie, I can't promise not to hurt you. I'll make mistakes and so will you. No relationship is perfect. I think that's the mistake I made last time. I made promises that I couldn't keep and that's on me.
I can't promise not to hurt you or make mistakes. The one thing I will promise though is to not to break your trust for as long as we're together. Now if that's not good enough for you, I completely understand," he declared in a resolute but hopeful tone and at that moment, I knew.
"Actually, I think that's all I need. I never realized until now but I never needed you to be perfect, all I needed was you and as long as I have you, I think I'm just okay."
"Does that- does that mean what I think it does?" he queried, his excitement growing by the second.
"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, his arms went round my waist and he pulled me closer and leaned in for a kiss. 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, missy. We are on a roof after all and right now, you're awakening parts of me that shouldn't be awakened."
As his lips crashed onto mine again, I was suddenly aware of something poking my leg and a blush covered my cheeks and neck. In my stomach, I had the feeling of a million butterflies flying about. Overcome by desire, I wrapped my arms around his neck and found myself tugging on his hair, my neck arched back to allow for more entrance.
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 tiredly.
"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?