She looked down at her hands. “I thought I finally found a place for myself here. I made friends with the witches, and I enjoyed what I did. And now… It’s all messed up.” She wiped her eyes. “I just feel like my insides were twisted up.”
I could tell she wasn’t telling me everything, but I wasn’t going to push it. She was at least talking, and that was what mattered.
The pack itself was having a rough time. People weren’t as trusting as before. Everyone seemed to be in a sour mood, andit was hard to deny. Hazel being kidnapped and impersonated flipped everything upside down. I knew that everything was coming to a head and something had to give.
Hazel and I stayed in and watched movies all night. We ate popcorn, and I tried to be the person she needed. It felt almost normal by the third movie. Hazel looked like herself, wrapped up in a blanket with a pillow underneath her head. I could see the bags, knowing she wasn’t sleeping well. I wanted to take her pain away like I was so used to, but I knew there was nothing I could do.
I heard the door open and close as Westley stepped inside. He looked tired, and I could smell him from the couch, which told me he had been out for a run. I gave him a wave, and he smiled, taking us in. “You both look comfortable.”
“We’re doing a movie marathon.”
He walked across the living room, sliding into the recliner with me. He pulled me close, smelling like pine and sweat. “That sounds lovely.”
I leaned against him, enjoying the warmth that surrounded us. The movie kept playing, but I wasn’t watching it. I found myself sinking into his scent and falling asleep.
I jerked awake to find it dark outside. Another movie was playing, and Hazel’s spot was empty now.
“Shit, I fell asleep.”
Westley chuckled, still having his arms wrapped around me. “You did. You needed it, though. You’ve been working hard with the others to get that spell up and working.”
I sighed, pressing my cheek against his chest. “I know, but still. I was spending time with Hazel.”
“She actually fell asleep a few minutes after you did. She only woke up about half an hour ago and said she was moving to her bedroom.”
I looked up at him. “Do you think she’s sleeping enough? I’m worried she’s not doing well.”
He brushed some of my hair back. “She does look tired, but I’m sure she’s just still adjusting. Are you concerned?”
I nodded. “A little. But I think she’s hiding something she isn’t telling me.”
“Well, give her time. I’m sure she will come around. I can’t imagine what happened. Waking up and finding out someone was acting as you for almost two weeks?”
I understood his point. But she was my sister, and I knew there was more.
“How about we head to bed? It’s almost ten.”
“I slept all afternoon?”
He nodded as he moved to get himself out of the chair. “If you’re not tired, you did say you wanted to get online for a few hours. You could work.”
He hoisted me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I smiled, leaning against him, having something else in mind. “Or, we could continue what you started this morning.” I ran my finger over his ear, and he twirled us, his eyes darkening as he looked at me. “Oh?”
“I mean, I am well rested, and I’m sure Hazel is in a deep sleep right about now.”
He carried us down the hallway, kicking the bedroom door shut as he got inside. He placed me down on the ground,his hand grabbing at my shirt, tugging me toward him. “I thought I loved you for a reason.”
He kissed me softly, and I pressed my hands against his chest, leaning into him. He always felt at home. Each kiss sent tingles down my body like fireworks.
“Now to the bed.” Westley grabbed me, twirling us, and tossed me onto the bed. I laughed as he landed on me, his hands grabbing mine and caging them above me. I watched his eyes look down at me like I was a five-course meal, and my stomach stirred.
He kissed me roughly, his tongue sliding over mine. I moaned as he pinned me down onto the bed, feeling electricity running through my entire body. We had sex just the other night, but I found myself wanting more of him every day. I never seemed to have enough.
I felt his hands sliding up my legs, his touch hot against my skin. I felt my back arch as he leaned closer, laying his weight on me. His tongue ran over my neck as he groaned. “You are so bloody hot, Ella.”
I felt my face grow hot as I inhaled his scent.
I felt him tug at the shorts I was wearing, while I slid my hands up his shirt, running my fingers over his abs. He grabbed my underwear, sliding them slowly down next. I pulled at his shirt from inside, yanking him back to me for a kiss. It was hot and messy. I moaned against his mouth as he grabbed my hips, pressing me into the bed.
