Blake and Olivias first encounter 3.

Blake couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness at her chuckle. He quickly nodded, his cheeks still flushed with flustered feelings.

"Y-yeah, let's go," he finally managed to say, his voice still shaky as he gestured for her to follow him.

As they walked along the garden, his heart pounded wildly against his chest, the silence between them growing thicker with each step. The sound of their footsteps echoed softly through the still night, and the cool breeze played with the hem of her robe, causing the fabric to flutter gently as she walked.

Every now and then, he would steal a glance at her, his mind still racing from his earlier blunder.

As she observed the garden, admiring the attention to detail and the clear effort that had been put into its transformation, a smile of appreciation tugged at the corners of her lips.

"You all outdid yourselves," she remarked, her voice filled with genuine satisfaction "You and your fellow gardeners have truly done an excellent job renovating this space."

Blake's heart swelled with pride at her words. He had worked tirelessly alongside his fellow gardeners, investing their time and energy into the task. Hearing her praise for their efforts made the allnighters and the countless hours spent in the sun suddenly worthwhile.

"Thank you," he replied, his voice betraying his contentment. "We... we all worked really hard to make everything perfect." His hand subconsciously clenched and unclenched as he spoke, a nervous tick he couldn't seem to control.

As they walked, Blake felt a strange combination of panic and excitement. He tried his best to hide it, but his heart was racing. Suddenly, he felt a soft weight against his arm, and a gentle heat seeping into his skin. He looked down, only to find her arm intertwining with his, her body gently leaning against his for warmth. The sudden contact sent tingles down his spine, his mind struggling to process the situation.

The scent of her shampoo filled his senses, a soft fragrance of roses and vanilla. The sensation of her warm body pressed against his was both calming and exhilarating, a strange mix of emotions that left him reeling. He tried to maintain his composure, but his heart was pounding uncontrollably.

"W... W-What are you doing Miss Olivia?"

She chuckled softly, lifting her head to look at him. "Don't worry, I just thought you looked a bit cold." She replied with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"Are you uncomfortable with me holding your arm like this?"

He felt a shiver run down his spine as she spoke, her voice soft and melodic. He quickly shook his head, trying to keep his composure. "N-no, not at all," he managed to say, his voice betraying his nervousness. "I d-don't mind at all."

As she leaned into him, a thought suddenly dawned on her, a realization of the potential impropriety of her actions. She suddenly became conscious of her close proximity to him, the way she clung to his arm, and the implications it might have if he were a married man or had a lover. The last thing she wanted was to inadvertently cause trouble or awkwardness.

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