“Spencer is also in his room. He wants to talk.”
The words land on me like a bucket of ice-cold water. Spencer won’t want to skate with someone he can’t trust.
“Can he wait until tomorrow?” I wriggle against Wes suggestively, grinding my ass against him. “I want to stay with you.”
“That’s not fair,” he groans, falling onto his back and taking all his comforting warmth with him. “You know, you’re my weakness.”
I roll over, resting my chin on his chest. “I’myour weakness? Since when?”
“I don’t know if you noticed, Isla, but I’ve got a small group of people I like being around. And even then, I’ve got a time limit. But with you…no amount of time together is enough.”
“Come on,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I know I get under your skin.”
“Even when you bother me, I don't want you to leave my sight.”
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Yeah,” I say shyly, needing the validation. “Why do you love me?”
He reaches for my hand. “Dozens of reasons. Your infuriating mouth. Those devastating blue eyes. Your stubborn determination and dedication to your dream. The way you laugh, like because youonly do it on rare occasions, you want to let it all out. But if I had to boil it down, I'd say it's because my soul knows peace when you're near me.”
The words wash over me in a wave of sweet relief. I press a kiss to his chest, overcome by the confession. I didn’t think this kind of love existed.
“Don’t you want to know why I love you?”
He shakes his head. “That’s obvious.”
I push into a sitting position, curling my legs underneath me. “Oh? Do tell.”
“Well,” he says, pointing to his face and making a circular motion.
“Oh, yeah, clearly,” I reply through a laugh. “That’s the entire reason.”
“I’m a successful business owner and a cat dad.”
I place a hand over my chest. “Be still, my heart.”
“I also keep you fed.”
“Food is the way to my good side.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “You have one of those?”
“Shut up.” I flick my finger against his bicep.
“Good in bed…and all the other places you throw yourself at me.” Wes’s smirk flips my stomach.
“Like a certain bar?” I exaggeratedly stroke my chin. “Oh, wait, no, that was you.”
“Regardless—”
“You know what you’re doing, yes.” I shiver, thinking about the way Wes fucked me senseless on the bathroom counter, dried me off after our shower, carried me to bed, and got me off again.
“You’re missing one of your best selling points,” I say.
Wes’s brow furrows. “What’s that?”
