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Wes smiled once again as he stepped away. He reached for a loose strand of my hair and rubbed it between his fingers.
“Your hair is so soft.”
His green eyes met my blue, and we stared at one another for what felt like forever. This wasn’t real. He wasn’t really wanting to kiss me. He was drunk, and most importantly, he was still in love with his cheating ex. I wasn’t about to be a plaything for him to use.
Taking a step back, I cleared my throat. “I need to leave.”
Whatever spell he had been under was broken. Pushing his hand through his hair, he let out a soft laugh. “Jesus, I must be drunk still if I kissed you.”
His words were the ice water I needed to put out the intense feelings I was having for him.
With a tight smile, I gave a single nod. “Does your head hurt still?”
Reaching up, he touched his head and winced.
Shit. Is it safe to leave him?
“Do you have any Tylenol or anything?”
Wes sat down on his bed. “The bathroom.”
I quickly made my way out to his kitchen and got a bottle of water from his refrigerator, then made my way into his bathroom. I opened the medicine cabinet and quickly found the pills. I got two out and made my way back to where Wes was still sitting. He was staring out the window seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
“Here, take these and drink this.”
He glanced up and looked at me, then at the pills in my hand. He reached for them, popped them into his mouth, then drank nearly the whole bottle of water.
“I’m fine, Clare, you can go ahead and leave.”
“What if you have a concussion?”
He let out a small titter. “I don’t have a concussion. Your responsibility for my well-being is hereby completed.”
I chewed nervously on my lower lip while I watched him stand, pull the covers back, and climb in.
“Lock the door on the way out, please.”
“Maybe I should sleep on the sofa, just in case anything is wrong.”
Wes turned and put his back to me. “Do whatever you want, I’m going to sleep.”
I stood there for at least three minutes before I heard the soft snores coming from him.
Turning, I walked out of the bedroom, shut the door, then leaned against it. My fingers came up to my still-tingling lips. He kissed me. Wes kissed me. No, a drunk Wes kissed me. He won’t even remember he did that come morning.
I pushed off the door, looked around and saw a blanket folded up and sitting on a storage chest. I didn’t feel like I should leave him in this condition. He was probably right, everything was okay, but I still felt like I had to check up on him just in case.
Making my way to the blanket, I grabbed it and opened the lid of the chest. Bingo. There was a pillow, some sheets, and more blankets in there as well. I grabbed the pillow and walked over to the sofa. Kicking off my shoes, I sat down, tossed the pillow down, then set an alarm on my phone to check on Wes in an hour.
I set my phone on the coffee table, grabbed the blanket, and laid down. My mind spun with everything that had happened this afternoon and evening. Meeting Alex and having him smile at me the way he did made me feel good. It was nice having a man pay such attention to me like he had. He had asked me out to dinner, and I hadn’t been sure I wanted to go. I gave him my phone number and sent him a text so I would have his. Then I told him I’d check my schedule to see if I was free.
Letting out a small laugh, I shook my head. I was more than free. Something had kept me from saying yes. Had it been Wes? Was my stupid crush on him keeping me from going out with Alex?
My fingers touched my lips again and I squeezed my eyes shut. He didn’t want me, he wanted Mandy. And no matter how amazing that one single kiss was, it hadn’t meant anything tohim. He had basically said it was a mistake two seconds after he kissed me.
Reaching back for my phone. I opened the text I sent to Alex.
Me: I’m sorry this is so late, but I would love to have dinner. Are you free tomorrow night?
