Blake’s POV

Sneaking out had always been easy.

I’d been doing it since I was fourteen, since my parents started pretending they had rules while still leaving their bedroom door unlocked and the house quiet after ten. I knew exactly where the floorboards creaked, exactly how long the back door took to open before the hinge made that soft complaining sound, and exactly how to freeze mid-step like a statue when it did.

Grounded my ass.

I slipped on my jacket, keys already warm in my hand, ...