“It’s next door, I think I’ll survive.”
“I’m walking you home,” he says again, his tone more firm this time.
I snap my jaw shut so hard my teeth click, and I know there’s no arguing with him about this. He steps into his room, pulling on some shorts and a shirt quickly.
The silence continues as we walk the twenty feet to my front door.
“All safe and sound,” I joke.
Wes nods toward the door, and I furrow my brow. “You’re not coming in.”
“Yes I am, but I’m not staying.”
I want to argue, but sigh when I realize there’s no use.
He follows me inside, leads me up to my room with a hand on my back and the silence is back.
“Get ready for bed,” he instructs gruffly, folding his arms across his chest.
It feels a lot like I’m being scrutinized while trying to get into pajamas. After I’m dressed, I turn back toward Wes and ask, “Happy?”
“Get into bed.” He sounds so serious, almost like he’s mad, but I know it’s just him.
Again, I want to argue, though something stops me. I climb into bed, and Wes is right there. He does the last thing I ever expected he would be capable of. Especially after the night that started with him racing into the street screaming at people we couldn’t find.
He tucks me into bed, leans over and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Goodnight. I’ll make sure your door is locked.”
And he’s gone. I watch his back as he leaves, turning my light off and shutting my door on his way out. I expect to hear his car rev up so he can leave, but he doesn’t. Instead the light in his bedroom turns on, and I look over, seeing his shadow for a few minutes before the light goes out.
I swear before I lose sight of him he stands there looking at me. Somehow, my eyelids feel heavy and I hardly notice when I finally fall asleep because I didn’t need to toss and turn for it to happen.
I’ll thank the orgasm, but refuse to give any credit to the man that made it happen. If I do that, things will have officially shifted, and I’m not going to admit that.
I can’t. Things have to stay the same for my sanity to remain intact.
“What hastwo thumbs and is in complete denial over a guy?” Lily asks over FaceTime. Sutton and I are sitting on my couch and she demanded to be included in our girls night.
“Uh…you?” I offer.
“Nope, I actually started seeing someone if you both must know.” She turns her head to the side with a smug grin.
“You did?” we both say at the same time, equally as shocked.
“Yup.”
“What’s his name? Who is he?” Sutton rapid fires her questions while I just sit back and enjoy that for the time being they aren’t going to hound me about Wes.
“Name is Aaron, he’s super nice and hot and most importantly,not Parker.”
“Mhm,” Sutton says while I just shake my head.
“You guys should be happy for me, that’s what friends do,” Lily insists.
“We are, as long as you’re happy,” Sutton tells her.
“I am. He’s graduating this year too, going to be an architect.”
“And what about you? Have you decided what you’re going to do after graduation?” I question.
