His cheeks are getting redder. “Addison,” he says. “What are you doing?” He swallows hard.
“I’ve thought about it.”
“It?”
“Us.”
“And?”
“I don’t want to start the new year single.” I shrug my shoulders, watching Wesley’s smile grow like I just made his entire year already.
His hands grip my waist and he leans in to kiss me.
I can feel his heart beating faster as the kiss deepens. His hands are still resting in the same spot. I run my fingers up through the back of his hair, trying to influence him to move his hands, touch more of me, but he doesn’t budge.
“Wesley,” I mumble against his lips.
“Hmm?” he hums.
I pull back to see his eyes.
“Touch me,” I tell him.
His eyes grow slightly. “I am.”
I prop my hands on my hips. “You can move your hands,you know?”
“Sorry.” He laughs, his gaze faltering.
“Do I make you nervous?” I wonder. Not even thinking about it until now.
He lets out a breathy laugh and looks back at me. “You never used to…but sitting in my lap like this? Yeah, that’ll do it.”
I turn the overhead light off and press my lips to his again. “Don’t be nervous around me,” I murmur.
“Okay,” he whispers back.
His hands still don’t move. I reach for them and move them myself. Down to just below the waistline of my jeans. I’m expecting him to pull me closer to him, but he doesn’t. If anything, his grip loosens.
“Wesley, what’s that about?”
“This is too fast, Addie. I don’t want to mess this up.”
He turns the light back on, his face filled with worry.
“Mess what up?” I ask.
“Us.This. Don’t you feel a lot of pressure?”
I’m taken aback. I thought this was what he wanted. Now he’s hesitant?
“Not really…we’re just kissing.”
“I know.” He sighs, looking away from me.
“Wes.”
“Hmm?” he hums.
