“Let’s get you inside, Mr. Darcy.” She smiled.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Samantha
For the first time in a long time, my heart was completely healed.
“Did you play a part in this?” I glanced at Zoey as we stepped into the elevator.
“Maybe.” She grinned. “Good job, Wes. I knew you had it in you.” She hugged him. “Ewe, gross. You’re all wet.”
Wes chuckled.
“When we get up to the apartment, I’ll grab a towel and your bag,” Zoey said.
“Bag? What are you talking about?” I frowned.
“I packed you an overnight bag so you could go home with Wes. He doesn’t have any extra clothes here, and I really don’t need to see him walking around naked while you try to dry his clothes. So, you’re going home with him and spending the night. Besides, I will not be kept awake all night while you two do the dirty deed.”
“Zoey!” I snapped.
She laughed. “You know you’re going to.”
Zoey made good on her promise and handed Wes a towel the second we stepped inside the apartment. Then, she handed me my overnight bag that she so graciously packed.
“Maya is spending the night. So, don’t worry about me.”
“It’s a school night,” I said.
“So?” She shrugged. “We’re responsible adults. We’ll get up and be there on time.” She grinned.
“You heard the girl. Let’s go.” Wes hooked his arm around me.
We stepped into his brownstone and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We’d finally made it up to the bedroom and fell onto the bed, where we made love first before talking about our relationship.
Wes went downstairs, grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. When he returned to the bedroom, he filled each glass and handed me one.
“To the start of a beautiful relationship.” He smiled, holding up his glass.
“And what a beautiful relationship it will be.” I smiled, clinking my glass against his.
“I still can’t believe you, Weston Castile, stood in the rain, holding up poster boards.” I laughed.
“Well, the fear of losing you was much stronger than the fear of public humiliation,” I smirked. “Besides, you’re worth it. I did a lot of soul searching, Sam. And I’m sorry for putting you through hell. I promise you that I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I am going to be here for you and Zoey. I’ll protect both of you, take care of you, and you will never have to worry about anything ever again.”
“Wes, you’re too sweet.” I brought my hand up to his cheek.
“You will have everything you ever wanted. I’ll see to that.”
“I love, Wes.” I smiled.
“I love you more, babe.” I kissed her lips.
Two Months Later
Weston
I stepped out of my study and walked into the kitchen, where I found Sam standing on a step stool, arguing with the cabinet that held the coffee mugs.
