“Wesley, wake up!” I yell at him as quietly as I can, shaking his entire body.
“What the hell?” he mumbles.
I’m leaning over his sleeping form, with the blankets clutched around my bare chest as I push his body into the mattress repeatedly with my free hand, bouncing him like he’s on a trampoline.
“We slept all night. Delilah is at the door!” I practically growl.
His eyes fly open, and lock on mine.
“Shit,” he whispers.
My sentiments exactly.
“Daddy! Please!” She’s starting to whine now, and I throw myself into action. In my efforts to exit the bed as fast as possible, my legs get tangled up in the sheets, and I tumble, rolling right off the bed, and straight onto my ass.
“Oh fuck, Ivy,” Wesley whispers, and runs over to my side of the bed as he slips his briefs on. “Sorry, bug! One second! I’m just getting dressed!” he yells out to his daughter, voice still hoarse from sleep.
I do my best to untangle myself as Wesley bends down and lifts me onto my feet with ease. The blankets fall away, leaving me completely bared to him, and he just stares at my chest like he’s been hypnotized.
I snap in front of his face, and hiss out, “Focus!”
He shakes himself out of it, and gives me a mischievous grin, handing over my clothes he gathered from the floor. I hurriedly snatch them from him and rush to put them on, as he slides his sweats and T-shirt on.
“What are we going to do?” My tone is desperate and full of panic. I pull my shirt over my head, and slide my shorts on quickly. Wesley sticks his hands under my hair, and lifts it out of the collar of my shirt.
“Relax. I’ll sneak out and distract her, and you can sneak back to your room. It’s okay.” He bends down, and shocks me by giving me the most delicious kiss. I don’t even care about morning breath, and he doesn’t seem to either. We absolutely don’t have time for this, yet he dips his tongue in, and I respond by nipping at his lower lip. I get the full body tingles, and I involuntarily squeeze my thighs together.
He pulls back and smacks my ass playfully, winking. He moves toward the door, and I follow behind, plastering myself to the wall behind the door. Just as Delilah shouts again, Wesley rips the door open, making him disappear from view.
“Good morning, Lilah Mae. How did you sleep?” Wesley says casually.
Delilah isn’t fooled at all. “Why was your door locked?” she asks grumpily.
“I was getting dressed,” he answers nonchalantly, and moves out of his room into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
Her muffled voice travels through the door. “Can I wake up Iby now?” My eyes widen in horror, and I press my ear to the door to try and catch Wesley’s response.
“Not yet. Let her sleep a little longer, okay?”
“Okay,” she mutters, the grumpiness back.
What’s the plan? He said he would distract her, and I could sneak out. But what does that mean? I look around for my phone for a minute before I realize I left it on the charger in my room last night. How long will it take to distract her? Will he send a signal?
I need to get out of here.
I look around, and see the window slightly cracked through the blinds. I can wait, and see if I can creep through the house without Delilah catching me. Or I can sneak out of the window, and, what? Go through the front door? Unless I left my window open too.
I might have.
Then I could sneak back in through my window, and then I’ll leave my room, and greet Delilah like normal.
I don’t want to confuse her. I don’t know how Wesley feels yet, but after last night, I can safely say I’m well on my way to falling for this man, if I haven’t already. But I’m not going to be the one to push him to tell his daughter anything.
He’ll have to decide that on his own. He’s been so scared to let me into their lives, I’m not going to push him to do something he’s just not ready for.
Meaning, I go through the window.
The things you do for love.
