If looks could kill {I would've died a million times!}

"So, which house if yours, love?" Blake asked as you walked along the sidewalk.

"The biggest one," you said casually. He nodded and looked around. You felt something touch your hand and blushed, looking down.
What were you hoping to see? His hand holding yours? He just accidentally hit my hand with his when he was walking. No big deal. you thought to yourself, looking back up.

"Is that it?" he asked, pointing to a four-story house. You nodded. "I could walk you to your door, if you wanted."

"You don't have to-" He cut you off by grabbing your hand and walking you up to the door. You sighed.

"I wouldn't forgive myself if you got in trouble for being late because of me." You nodded and before you could open the door you saw your mother peering out. "Hello."

"Oh, and who is this Amber?" she asked, stepping out. Jake, your Great Dane, came bounding out.
You kissed his forehead and he started growling at Blake. You shushed him and stood up.

"A friend. Speaking of which, would you mind if I spend the night with some friends tomorrow?" you asked, pulling your hand from Blake's.

"Of course! Will he be there as well?"

"Yes. His house is where were staying. And two other guys and three girls will be there," you replied, stepping in and pushing Jake back who was still growling.

"Lovely! Do come in!" she said, pulling Blake in. He tried to protest but she pulled him to the couch you were sitting on with Jake partly on your lap. "Honey, how about giving him a tour of the house?"

"Fine," you said, pulling him up. "Come on, Blake." He nodded, staring back at Jake. You thought you heard him whisper to him, but shook it off. He was probably trying to get on Jake's good side.

The "Grand Tour" led him through the first floor through the third, all while being followed by Jake. The first floor had the living room, kitchen, arcade room, entertainment room, two bathrooms, and a guest bedroom. The second floor had your bedroom, your mom's bedroom, three bathrooms, and three guest rooms with two queen sized beds each. The third floor had an indoor pool, tennis court, a huge flat screen TV, one bathroom, and all of the gaming systems that had ever came out.

"Wow. How can you afford all of this?" Blake asked, flopping down on your bed and turning on your stereo. You sat down next to him and turned it down a little because of Jake's sensitive hearing.

"My dad was a wealthy man, as I was told. Never met the guy, but mother loved him to tears. I hear her crying and calling his name every night." you said softly, rubbing Jake's ears as he nuzzled against your leg.

"I'm sorry...Hey, you want to go do something?" he asked, changing the subject. You nodded.
"What?" you asked. He pulled you out of your room and to the third floor to the room with the big TV. He helped you sit down and he sat down next to you. He smiled at you and grabbed the remote. He turned on the TV and the Playstation2. "Huh?"

"How about a game? No strings attached," he suggested. You nodded, smiling and grabbing the controller. Jake came stumbling in and you helped him onto your lap. He started growling again.

"Sorry. He doesn't like men very much. He seems to think they're all bad." you informed Blake, kissing Jake's nose.

"No, no. I understand. I guess I'll just have to get him to believe that I won't touch you in anyway" he said, as if talking to Jake when he said it.

"Come on!" you yelled at the TV, smashing buttons on the controller.

"It's all over! Sorry, love!" Blake laughed. You growled and did a combo attack, knocking out his fighter.
"Youre right! It is!" you laughed, turning off the gaming system. "But don't feel bad, you were pretty good!" You looked at the clock. It was eight already! "Okay, well, it's getting late. I'll take a shower and take you home. Make yourself at home!" you yelled, running into the bathroom and locking the door, after letting Jake in. You love your puppy too much!

You turned on the hot water and waited for the water to fill the bathtub. You took of all of your clothes and hopped in, wondering what "making yourself at home" was to him. You sighed and sunk into the water so only your head was above the water. The hot water felt so good. You felt Jake lick your face and shook it off, remembering Blake. You finished in about ten minutes and grabbed a towel, running down the stairs and into your room. You locked the door after letting Jake in yet again; making sure that Blake couldn't come barging in because you didn't see him on the third floor. You dropped your towel and ran over to your underwear drawer. You noticed a few pairs of your panties on the floor, but you just put them away. You pulled on a pair and a bra and heard a shifting and Jake's low growl.
"A-Amber?" You turned around and stuttered.

"Blake?!" you asked incredulously, pointing at him. He nodded and couldn't keep his eyes up. You looked down to where his gaze was and you covered your chest.

"I'm sorry!" he yelled. You scrambled over to the towel and wrapped it around you.

"But...um...You know," he said, stepping closer. "You do have a nice body," he said, stepping so close that his body was touching yours. You blushed and he smiled, running his fingers through your hair and kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan. Jake started barking but he ignored it. He kissed up your neck and he was an inch from your lips when the door rattled. You both jumped. You pulled back to go get the door, but he grabbed your wrist and twirled you around and into his arms. He kissed you and just as quickly he let go, whispering "That is one lucky dog". You stumbled over and opened the door.

"Honey?" your mother asked. You blushed and Blake walked over from petting Jake and coaxing him.

"Blake, darling. Its time to come home," you heard an unfamiliar voice say. A woman that looked to be twenty stepped into your doorway. He nodded. You'd think a mother would care more if she saw her son in a locked room with a girl not wearing a shirt or pants. Before he left he turned to you and got on one knee. You blushed even more and he grabbed your hand, kissing it.

"Thank you for allowing me to come into your home, love," Blake said and he looked to his mother who nodded. You waved good-bye as he left and you went back into your room to get dressed. After you got dressed in your pajamas you walked into the kitchen to eat dinner.