I should just go home, but instead I parked in my driveway and stormed over to Wes’s door. His words have been playing on repeat in my mind the entire drive home. I don’t believe him, I know there’s no way he meant it.
But the way he looked at me as he said them has me questioning it.
Especially the last thing he said before leaving me cold, confused, and needier than I should be.
“If you want me to kiss you, then you’ll have to wait because the first time isn’t going to be in front of every eye in town. Especially because once I start, I know I’m not going to be able to stop.”
I bang my fist on his front door, and it doesn’t take longbefore he’s swinging it open, and leaning against the door frame, expectantly.
Suddenly, all my bravado has left the building with the way he’s staring at me. I shake my head, turning to leave without either of us saying a word because this was clearly a mistake.
Wes doesn’t let me leave, instead he grabs my hand and pulls me back into him. Without a single word, his hand grips my jaw, angling my head up, while his other hand tightens on my waist, and he’s descending his mouth onto mine.
The moment his lips touch mine, everything else fades. I’m frozen, caught in some alternate reality where this is actually happening and I like it.
Ireallylike it.
When his tongue peeks out, demanding entry, I open for him and that’s when I know I’ve truly lost it. My hands find his shoulders, digging my fingers into his strong frame. He growls into my mouth, grabbing me even tighter while deepening the kiss. My hands move up to the back of his head, sinking into his hair while the last shred of my resistance fades into the air around us.
I hardly realize that we’re still standing on his front porch, and that technically anyone could see us. But the only house across the street is still vacant since Sutton moved, and people don’t typically come down this residential road.
Yet, neither of us move inside, even as Wes continues to devour my mouth in a way that has stars dancing behind my closed eyelids. Nothing else exists. All I can feel are his lips on mine, his hair slipping through my fingers, and the solid weight of his body pressedagainst me.
I don’t know how long we stand here like this. I just know I don’t want it to end. I want it to go further. I want to feel more of him. I want to lose myself in this moment and never have to face the reality lurking around the corner.
Wes separates us, and I hold back the whimper threatening to come out at the loss. For once, I don’t even glare at him. I’m in too much shock and feel so completely overwhelmed by everything that just happened that I don’t know what to do with my face, or monitor how I’m looking at him.
He moves a piece of hair that’s fallen out of my ponytail out of my face, and I lean into his touch. His face is impossible to read, he’s not smirking, no trace of disdain. He’s just…looking.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to stop,” I manage to squeak out.
This earns me a small upturn of his lips. “Remember that for next time. This was so you know I meant the other thing I said.” I furrow my brow, but he’s already walking away, backing through his door. “I have to tuck the kid into bed.”
I open my mouth because he doesn’t have a kid I know about, but he shuts the door, and I’m left once again turned on and confused. I can’t even bring myself to be annoyed because the other two feelings are so strong.
I’m on autopilot as I walk back to my house, resisting the urge to ask what the fuck he meant, and what kid he’s talking about. It’s not until I’m up in my room, and glancing over to his room through the window that I see Bruno jumping on the edge of Wes’s bed and Ihuff out a laugh.
That kid.
Wes comes into view, reaches behind his head and pulls off his shirt. I suck in a soft gasp at the sight of his muscular chest, the tattoos covering one arm, up onto his shoulder. He pushes his pants down, but leaves his boxers on, and I can see the bulge behind the fabric from the part of his body I would like to become even more acquainted with.
He knows I’m staring because he walks backwards toward his bed, and gives me a two finger salute right before he turns off the light.
Losing sight of him has me snapping back to reality. I turn around shaking my head and hoping by the time I wake up, I’ll have my head back on straight.
I feel like I’m too far gone, and the only thing that can bring me back would be to create distance again. And while I may be strong, I know I’m not strong enough to do that.
Which means that I’m well and truly fucked.
My phone dings.
Lily: Bails!
Bailey: Please don’t call me Bails.
Lily: Bailsey bug!
Bailey: That’s not better.
