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“Ahh, there you are, beautiful. I’m sorry I’m late. Fricken Taylor wouldn’t count me out. What a dick. He had me doing all of his side work. I think he was jealous I was coming here, and he wasn’t invited.” I notice Wes flinch at the mention of Taylor. “Whatever… fuck him, let’s get fucking drunk!” I laugh at my friend’s indignation.
Standing up, I glance over at Wes, and he nods. I’m assuming that means we’ll finish this conversation later. We better. But for now, I will ingest copious amounts of alcohol to drown out the swarm of butterflies taking flight in my belly.The things this guy does to me.
As Quinn and I make our way to the beer tent, I glance back at where Wes still sits, loving the fact that he is blatantly staring at us as we walk away. Quinn takes notice of my distraction and looks back. “God, can you guys just fuck and get it over with already? The tension is too much to be around. I get so turned on just by being near you two. You know, sort of like those porn scenes where you can’t help but watch the tension grow and grow until it gets to be too much and explodes.”
I slap her arm as I burst out laughing. “Yeah, I think you’re referring to a train wreck not a porn scene.”
“If you consider mind-blowing, out of this world sex a train wreck, then sure, a train wreck it is,” she scoffs.
“It’s not like that… we can’t. You know that. He leaves for California at the end of the summer. It would never work out. Besides, I’m not sure how Eli would feel about it, and I know if it ended, it could possibly ruin their friendship. I don't want to be the cause of that. Not to mention how fricken awkward family vacations would be.”
“Ugh, fuck what anyone else says. Girl, you need to at least take one ride on that before someone else locks his fine godly ass down. Especially now that he’s moving to pursue modeling, you know it’s bound to happen.”
I know she’s right. One day someone is going to realize what I have always known. Wes is amazing. The thought of someone else in his arms brings on that weird sense of possessive jealousy again. What the hell… he’s not mine, nor has he ever been. Why am I thinking like some crazed psycho?
Quinn grabs my hand and drags me straight to the ice luge. “Come on,” she says. “If you’re not going to fuck him, then we might as well get completely shit-faced.” I shake my head as we line ourselves at the bottom of the luge track. Quinn beams a huge smile up at my brother Eli, who is currently playing the role of bartender.
“Eli, give me your worst, I can take it.” She winks at him.
A sly smirk forms on his face as he booms, “Ooh shit, the dynamic duo is ready to take on the DROPS.”
In unison, we both roll our eyes at his ridiculousness. Handing us our lemons coated in sugar, he turns and finishes preparing their infamous concoction. Just as we line up our mouths, a familiar tingle comes over my body. That’s when I hearhisvoice. “I know you’re not about to get dropped without me. That’s some bullshit right there.” We all laugh as I scoot over for Wes to join us on the luge. My brother hands Wes his lemon while we all put our mouths on the ice. His arm brushes mine and a slight shiver runs through me. Wes’s well aware what being in his proximity is doing to me, giving me a wicked look as he settles in.
Eli sends the shots down the ice tracks and we slurp up every last drop, finishing by sucking on the sugar-coated lemons. “Damn, those are dangerous,” I say, licking the remnants of sugar off my fingers and lips. I pause momentarily when I catch a glimpse of Wes’s heated stare. His eyes transfixed on my mouth. Knowing all too well what he’s thinking, I resume licking the sugar off each finger slowly, making a full-on show of the process. I’m lost in my need to seduce this beautiful man when I feel an arm gently hook through mine. A blush creeps up my cheeks when I see my sister sneak into our little group. Chancing a peek at Wes, I see him readjust himself.Mission accomplished.
“Oh man, I missed the DROPS,” she whines. “Eli, line ‘em up again… Tonight we’re spiraling”
* * *
Several hoursand too many shots to count later, I find myself sprawled out on a blanket in my front yard, gazing at the stars.
Smiling to myself when I hear footsteps approaching, remembering one of the few people still standing is the King himself, Wesley. The rest of our crew has dispersed for the time being.
“Why hello my little Thea,” he croons as he sits on the blanket, setting down two plates full of food.
“Mmm, that smells delicious.” I lick my lips.
“Hell yeah it is. Momma Barton is the best fucking cook. Come on, sit up. I got you some food.”
I grin up at him and lift myself into a seated position. “My hero.” I fake swoon.
“Damn straight. Someone has to feed your tipsy ass.”
“You know I’m fine, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to devour whatever is on that plate.”
Grabbing some sort of puffed deliciousness, I take a bite and stare at Wes as he eats.
“Mmm, that was really good, whatever it was.” I laugh as I search the dish for more. Finding another two, I do a little happy dance as I shove one in my mouth.
“They’re stuffed with cheese and something else. I figured you’d like them.”
“Ugh, see. This is why you can’t leave me… no one takes care of me the way you do.” Wes’s deep chuckle sends a thrill through me. “I’m serious… You’re going to be on the complete opposite side of the country. I don't think I like that very much.”
“I'm sure you’ll survive just fine without me. You made it through the last two years while I was away at school.”
I scowl at him. “It’s not the same. You came home from college.”
“Aww, are you going to miss me, Lo? You know, it’s just a plane ride away.”
