“I just have stuff around the house to do,” I finally say, all while trying not to melt against him completely.
He smirks, his grip tightening and I hold back my squeak. “I have stuff to do as well. Try not to be too distracted thinking about me.”
“That won’t be a problem,” I retort without thinking.
Wes leans his face closer to mine. I’m convinced he’s about to kiss me, our lips barely grazing and I’m dying to close the distance, but his hand on the back of my neck prevents me from moving.
“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll see you later.”
He leaves me standing there, yet again. I want to stomp my foot and demand he stop doing that because it’s a routine I’m not fond of. But I know it’ll only make whatever punishment I’m sure he already wants to give me worse.
I storm off into my house and I swear I hear the sound of his deep laughter as I shut the door.
I don’t thinkmy house has ever been so clean. I manage to busy myself with every little thing I usually avoid. I could’ve gone down to the coffee shop and busied myself there as well, but I focused on my house. It’s spotless and I’m pretty sure my counter just sparkled like they do in cartoons.
Glancing out the window, I see that the sun has set and I’m a little surprised Wes hasn’t bothered me. I check my phone for any messages and see the only thing I’ve missed is from Sutton.
Sutton: I’m making Jameson have a boy’s night when we get back so we can have a girls night.
Bailey: Are you already sick of your husband? That’s not a good sign.
Sutton: Ha ha very funny. No, but I’m still as independent as ever which means I need space sometimes too.
Sutton: Plus I’m pretty sure Parker has blown up his phone daily with how much he misses Jameson.
Bailey: Sounds like someone else we know…
Sutton: Those two are really meant to be.
Sutton: Just like these two grumps I happen to know…
Bailey: I’m not a grump!
Sutton: I never said you. *side eye emoji*
Bailey: You and that damn emoji I swear.
Sutton: Think of something fun for us to do, I’ll be home soon!
There’s a loud noise outside, then another. The banging noise catches me off guard until I realize it’s fireworks. I rack my mind, trying to figure out if today is a holiday. It’s not, so why would anyone be setting off fireworks right now?
After another several bangs there’s yelling and it’s a voice I recognize instantly. Racing outside, I see Wes storming into the street yelling out for whoever is setting off the explosives.
“What the fuck is wrong with you! Get out of here you fucking cowards!” he screams, stomping around, trying to find the source while continuing to scream out.
I run up to him, placing my hand on his chest. “It’s probably a bunch of kids messing around, it’s okay.”
He won’t even look at me. His eyes are wide, and he grabs my wrist as he continues his mission.
“Show your faces, don’t just hide. Come out and fucking face me!”
“Hey, hey, let’s go inside, they’ll stop.”
He’s still not looking at me. It’s like he’s not here at all. He’s somewhere else completely and blind to anything other than finding whoever set off the fireworks.
There isn’t another one for a couple of minutes, and I’m able to get Wes back into his house. He lets go of my wrist he was holding onto to run his hands through his hair. Gripping the strands as he continues to pace around.
Bruno is on alert, watching out the window and when another one goes off Wes looks up. He starts to go toward the door again, but I step in front of it and block his way.
