Then, like some cosmic timing I couldn’t have scripted better, Blake edged into the room, his arms hanging uncertain at his sides. The sunlight caught his dark hair, turning the edges almost golden, and for the first time today, his doctor mask was completely gone. In its place was just … Blake. My Blake, his voice all deep and dramatic as he said, “Can we talk?”
My heart. The way she says he came in as 'just' Blake.
