"Ouch!"
Blake tumbled off the bed the moment his alarm rang. Outside, it was still dark.
He grabbed his phone and squinted at the screen.
5:00 a.m.
"Dude…" he muttered, stretching as a long yawn escaped him. Rubbing his eyes, he forced himself to his feet.
He had to leave early. And now that he knew his existence wasn't exactly a secret, he really didn't understand why they were still being so absurdly secretive.
Then again… if someone searched his name online, nothing would come up. No results, no articles, nothing.
So maybe it was only a secret from the media.
At least, that was the conclusion Blake settled on.
Yesterday evening had ended peacefully enough after everything that had happened, but he still felt oddly restless.
'I wonder how he's going to react…'
Thinking about Myles' reaction to seeing him again made Blake feel a little stupid.
[ Dear Host, your break period has officially ended. ]
