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We all start laughing and he continues to lighten the mood. “You know, deflate the blow up dolls. But it’s the same response every time. ‘Who has time to inflate them when you’re horny’?”
We’re laughing harder now and I’m gripping my stomach. Wes has tears in his eyes and Macy snorts, but finally we pull ourselves together and get back to work.
We keep using the towels until we can’t anymore, and then we head inside. We got a decent amount of water up, but it’s still really wet and I know Wes is stressed. While he’s showeringand changing into dry clothes, I look at my phone. According to the weather app it’ll be another twenty five minutes or so before it lets up and then we’ll have a couple of hours before it’s back again, and it’ll be like that til late afternoon.
“What are you doing?” Wes asks, coming back out to the living room. He’s wearing black leggings and an oversized knitted sweater that looks absolutely adorable on him. It’s beige, and the sleeves are long enough they cover his hands even though he has them rolled up. The sweater itself reaches his thighs.
I don’t answer him right away because I’m too busy swallowing my tongue. Fuck, I want to pick him up and cradle him in my arms. He looks fucking delectable, and so cozy. I want those legs wrapped around me and those hands on my face. I want those fingers running through my hair and those lips?—
“Coop,” he says, and I blink.
“Huh?”
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, um, trying to figure out how to dry out your car. I think we’ll have to wait til the rain stops if we can’t get it into the garage and then use a shop vac, or fans, or both.”
He nods. “I’ll have to go get them. I don’t think we have either of those here.”
“Well, I can take care of that,” I say. I reach over and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. He moves his fingers up to touch it, haphazardly, and then wraps his arms around himself.
“Thanks for helping.” His gaze flits to mine and then to the floor. “You didn’t have to do that.”
I narrow my eyes. “Of course I did. What kind of a dick would let you deal with that on your own?”
He just shrugs. “I think I’m gonna make some tea. Do you want any?”
“No thanks,” I say. “I’m gonna get a shower.”
When I come back out, my mom is standing in the kitchen with Wesley, sipping on some tea. Derick and Macy are watching an old black and white movie on tv, and I’m not sure where Greg and Christine are. I assume they are in their room since the door is shut.
I take a seat on the love seat and a moment later Wesley joins me. He curls up in a ball, his knees pressed to his chest. I glance at Derick and Macy. Macy has her head on her husband’s lap and his fingers are running idly through her hair.
I look at Wesley and I’m overcome with the desire to hold him. My heart starts beating more erratically, and suddenly I can't take it anymore. We’re supposed to be dating. It’s my job to show him affection, right? So, damn it, that’s what I’m going to do. This might be the last time I get the chance.
I scoot closer to him and wrap my arms around his small frame, pulling him into my lap, and he gasps, his arms sliding around my neck as he straddles me.
“Shit,” he says breathlessly, staring at me. “Coop.”
“Hey,” I say, and press a kiss to his cheek. “You were too far away.” He swallows, and I can see his pupils dilating, his chest rising and falling through his sweater. Then he does something that floors me. He buries his nose in my neck and nuzzles me. And fuck, my whole body lights up. I inhale, my dick twitching like crazy in my sweats, and I have to hold back a groan. I grip his hips and pull him away slightly. “Stay.” I look into his eyes, my heart hammering in my chest. And he does. He situates himself on my lap so that his head is resting on my shoulder and his ass is on my thighs, and I hold him, my arms wrapped around him and my fingers combing through his hair. And I tell myself to soak this moment in, to remember it. Because I have no idea when or if I’ll ever get something like this with him again.
When the movie ends, the rain has let up and we head out to get what we need for Wesley’s car. We use the shop vac to get any excess water we couldn’t get with the towels and then plug the fans in and lower the top again to air it out. It’s been a lot but I think it’s going to be okay. We just have to keep an eye on the weather and make sure we pack it all back up before the rain starts again.
“You gonna be okay?” I ask him as we stand in the driveway.
“Yeah, I think so. Not exactly what I planned on doing over vacation, but that’s okay. That’s life, right?” He turns a smile towards me and I smile back. We’re able to leave the fans outside and the car top down for a good ninety minutes before we have to put it away and the rain starts again.
We spend the rest of the afternoon playing family games and watching more movies. It’s a lazy sort of day that I love, filled with laughter and good food, and lying about. We play on our phones or read books, sharing stories, or videos that we find online. I can’t remember the last time I was this relaxed. At one point Wesley falls asleep on the sofa, and I drape a blanket over him and press a kiss to his hair, drinking in the familiar vanilla and almond scent that I’ve come to associate so fondly with him.
When evening rolls around the rain has stopped for good, so we pull the fans back out and put the top down on the Mini Cooper and leave them be. In the meantime we wipe off the patio furniture and prepare to have our dinner outside again.
It’s beautiful, and the sun is just setting, casting orange and purple hues across the expanse of the sky as we take our seats, and I’m realizing just how blessed I am to be here, with Wesley and his family, and how much I’m going to miss all of this, all of them, when our time here is over.
CHAPTER 7
WESLEY
Ugh! What am I doing? My brain and my dick are going crazy! Coop is confusing the hell out me. He’s been unbelievably sweet all day, helping with my car and taking care of me. Getting up to get me snacks and drinks, and draping that blanket over me as I dozed on the couch. And while the rest of the family was snacking on ice cream sandwiches he brought me a bowl of cookie dough ice cream instead, without even asking, because he remembered that I hate ice cream sandwiches. The sandwich part is all sticky and I hate how it feels on my fingers. He remembered that. What the hell? And when I was licking the cheesy goodness off my Doritos at lunch he just grinned at me instead of looking at me like I was a nutcase or grossing him out. I’ve eaten my Doritos like that since we were kids, and having him look at me with that fondness in his eyes – it did things to my insides. Things I don’t know how to process. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that hating him was the easier option. If I hate him it lessens the pain. Loving him still, hurts even more. It sharpens everything. Wanting him still, admittingthat I’m still in love with him, after everything, causes such an intense ache it feels like an anvil is sitting on top of my chest. Like my heart is being gripped in a vice. And I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if he’s just being a damn good actor still or if the looks he’s giving me and the way he’s touching me are genuine. But how could they be? If he really wanted more from me, he never would have ended things with us to begin with.
