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I had walked into the bedroom to put my bags on the bed. I walked back out to see Wes near the window staring out.
“I do. You should see the view from the terrace, it’s even better.”
He spun around. “Holy shit.”
I shrugged. “I pay a fortune for this place, but it’s close to work and it comes with a view.”
Laughing, he turned back to said view. “Why have we never come to your place to watch the games?”
“Well,” I said as I leaned against the door frame of my bedroom, “I just assumed you went to the games, so why would you need to come here?”
“My parents are the ones with season tickets, not me. And when they don’t go, fighting between my two brothers for those tickets is not fun.”
“Did you need to use the bathroom, Wes?”
Wes turned and looked at me. His smile faded. “I really don’t want you to be mad at me, Clare.”
My heart started to beat a bit faster, and I could feel my cheeks burn slightly. Did he just look at my mouth?
“Rory would kill me if she knew I hurt your feelings.”
And just like that, it felt like someone splashed cold water on me. How could I even think he would care about my feelings?
“Don’t worry about it. The bathroom is right there.”
Wes walked past me and to the bathroom. I sighed and grabbed the rest of the bags and brought them to my room. Dropping them onto the floor, I sat down on the bed and thought back to what Wes had said.
“You don’t know what it’s like to be in love with someone.”
“How wrong you are,” I whispered.
I heard the bathroom door open, so I stood and made my way out to see Wes standing there awkwardly.
“Well, I guess I should be heading out.”
Nodding, I said, “Sounds good. Thank you for driving and helping me get everything. I sent Rory and Harmony a text about getting together to make the decorations and plan out everything.”
“Sounds good,” he said as he glanced around again. “How big is this place?”
“About six-hundred square feet. A lot smaller than your place.”
“The view is killer compared to mine, though.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “You have a harbor view, Wes.”
He motioned to the window. “You have a Fenway view, Clare.”
My head turned to look out the window. “I guess it’s a pretty nice view.”
When I faced him again, he had been looking at me but turned his gaze back to the window.
“Thanks again, Wes,” I said as I moved past him and to the door.
“Right. I guess I’ll see you around then.”
Forcing a smile as I opened the door, I replied, “I’m sure you will.”
He walked past me and out the door. Turning around, he said, “If you don’t mind keeping what I told you to yourself. About Mandy.”
