Chapter 4: Rooftop Heart-to-Heart

Blake can be closed off too, just like me. But he's closer to his emotions than I am. He may not be doing it on purpose, but he does wear his heart on his sleeve.

Wanting to know more about his past, I started asking questions. 

"Hey, you never told me how your parents took the whole fiasco." Blake giggled silently, moved his eyes, and focus on his feet, as he recalled his parents' reaction to his fiancee cheating on him. 

He let out a heavy sigh and started telling the story, "Of course, they were mad. Their reputation, name, and son were disgraced. They loved Bianca like their own. They were as hurt as I was."

"Well, you were sleeping with her. Your pain was definitely way deeper than theirs," I failed at making a snarky remark to lighten his mood. 

"Yeah, well. I was way stupid than they were, that's for sure. In a way, my dad tried to blame me for not being able to keep her satisfied enough," he expressed.

I interjected and said, "Well, that's a big load of crap." With the past months of being with Blake, having him every now and then, I know for a fact, that he knows very well how to keep a woman satisfied. 

He laughed but you could still see how hurt he was. "Bianca's parents and mine have grown closed. We've been together since senior year in high school. Well, you know how these things go," he waved off. 

"I don't know Blake, I wasn't born rich and my mom never allowed boyfriends until after college. Why do you think I got totally screwed over by an ex so easily?" I said, trying to be funny yet again, but still failed. 

"Your ex was a total ass. I'm not quite sure he was even human," it was his turn to make a snarky remark. At this point, we found ourselves leaning against the cemented railing, enjoying the view of the village as we spill our hearts out to each other. 

I forced a laugh out, not wanting to discuss my ex but completely agreeing to what he said. I never met quite an evil man until Tony. Sometimes, I felt like I was put under a spell throughout the whole relationship. Thinking about what happened still makes me cringe. I still hate myself for being that dumb. 

Blake must have sensed my shift in mood. "It's not our fault, Maddy. At least that's what I tell myself," he faked laughed. "I know I'm not less of a man because of what happened. It's not a man thing, it's a 'me' thing. I trusted my future and my life to a total stranger dressed in a pretty dress. How dumb was I not to know at all?"

I hate how I was able to feel his pain. It's not that I have super big feelings for him—or so I tell myself. It's more of me understanding him completely. We're two broken items still trying to figure out how to mend ourselves. We never had this deep conversation before. We usually just joke around when we find ourselves sulking in the pool of our emotions. But today, I felt like he needed this so I'll let him express whatever it is that he wants out of his chest. 

I gave him a comfort side hug. I leaned over and rested my head on his should. We both let out a deep sigh. "I think, we were meant to get our hearts broken," I started. "We were probably monsters in our past life. I can see myself probably burning a few bodies," I joked just to make him feel better. I'm never great at comforting people, but with Blake snarky comments and intimacy seem to work.

He let out a silent giggle and said, "yeah, I can actually see it too." That earned him a soft push from me and we laughed but his laughter immediately faded. He let out a very deep sigh.

"I really hate being back here," he confessed. "But it seems unfair to my parents because they didn't do anything. It's my fault for bringing Bianca here, painting this whole house with so many memories. Mom and dad had to stop themselves from mentioning her name but they couldn't help it."

I now understood why Blake wanted me here. I'm like paracetamol to his headache or a bandage to a bleeding wound. It pains him to be here but he has to. I have to relieve him from this misery. 

And so, I knew the solution. 

Skin contact and physical gestures work best for Madison Waters and Blake Garette. 

Finally feeling a bit risqué, with the help of the expensive beer and wine from downstairs, I gave Blake an idea.

“Hey, is there any chance that there’s a room here?” I turn my body towards him only to see him smirking, telling me that he caught on.

He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the other side of the rooftop where the green garden is. He opened the door, and we walked across a variety of pots and plants.

At the very end, there was a storage room. Inside, I can see gardening tools neatly placed on the cabinet. By the corner, there was a long table, and I heard Blake mutter with a very husky voice, “This will do.”

With that, he grabbed me by the butt and placed me on top of the table. I couldn’t stop but giggle, “And you said, I have a dirty mind.”

Blake didn’t say anything, he gave me his most famous smile, and took off his shirt. He crashed his lips on mine and I immediately reacted.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, grabbing his hair, as he made his way through the button of my pants, pulling the hem of my shirt. I could feel the heat of his body as he excellently maneuvers his lips around my neck, and his hand on my body.

“Take me here, Blake,” I demanded.

“Oh, don’t worry. I plan to,”  he replied.

At that moment nothing mattered. I couldn’t care less that about 50 people are downstairs probably wondering where we went.

Blake needed this. I wanted to help him forget. For a while now, I had this idea of wiping all the memories he had of her. He didn’t deserve to get hurt like that, and this is the only way I know how. I know it's not the ultimate solution but keeps us sane. Our setup keeps us from killing ourselves with misery and hurt. I somehow made it my life's mission to heal him because he's such a great guy and he deserves better.

Have me whenever Blake.