Wesley’s expression changes, biting the inside of his cheek, like he’s struggling to respond.
“What?” I suck in a breath and hold it.
He shakes his head. “Nothing.” His gaze falls away from mine and he sits up, reaching for the door handle. “I’m gonna check and make sure everything’s still strapped down good.”
Something in his eyes and voice makes my stomach knot, my heart beat faster. He has something to say.
“Wes, wait,” I counter, reaching to stop him, but he moves too quickly.
“No. It’s nothing.” He shakes his head and pushes the truck door open.
“Just say it,” I insist.
He steps out of the truck, the snow swirling around him. I get a chill down my spine as he looks back at me, his jaw clenched. “You are so damn clueless.”
And he shuts the door.
My stomach drops and I’m left listening to the sound of myheart pounding. My anxiety starts to bubble up, my hands getting sweaty again.
To keep myself from tipping over the edge, I open up a game on my phone, attempting to distract myself from having another full-blown anxiety attack.
Just as I start to focus on it, I jump at the abrupt yanking open of my door.
Wesley pulls my phone out of my hands, tosses it on the seat, and grabs my face, his lips crashing against mine.
My thoughts scatter. I don’t even try to comprehend what’s happening, I just melt into him. Completely and utterly lost in the moment.
The intensity is desperate but so tender and passionate at the same time.
My heart races as he deepens the kiss, locking our mouths together like he doesn’t want to stop. His cold fingers sweep back and tangle softly in my hair, cradling the back of my head. So gentle, yet so sure at the same time.
When he pulls away, our eyes stare into one another’s. His are so soft, but in that look, everything clicks.
“So clueless,” he mutters, his voice shaky, and he shuts the door in my face.
Chapter 20
Wesley
I just kissed my best friend and I’m sweating bullets over it.
I take another deep breath and silently pray she doesn’t laugh in my face or friend zone me. The connection we share is undeniable; shehasto feel it too.
I take in one last deep breath before I get back in the truck. I could throw up, I’m so nervous.
I look over at her after adjusting the heat and vents and she’s already staring at me.
“Wesley.”
It feels like there’s a cement block sitting in my chest. My body is almost shaking as my heart beats faster. I have held onto what I want to say to her for so long that it doesn’t even feel right to admit it now.
“How don’t you feel this?” I ask.
“I—”
“Years, Addie. I have loved you since we were kids. I wouldn’t know what love was if it wasn’t for you.” I shake my head.
The heavy words are slipping off my tongue so easily, yet I’m terrified of what she’ll say.
