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“You. Lied.”Yep. What a hypocrite!
“You’re right. I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.” I have an idea.
Lucy eyes me suspiciously as I back away, waving at her like a giddy school girl. I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing, but I’m too drunk to care.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lucy
Summerburstsoutlaughing,while Delilah and Cory just stare in Wes’s direction. They wanted to take me out for a girls’ night, trying to get me out of my funk. I was reluctant to come, and now I’m convinced I shouldn’t have. Thank God Dani couldn’t make it because she actually knows Wes, and I can picture her reaction.
“Ahh, who was that?!” Delilah asks, practically standing in her seat to see more of him.
“That was Wes Johnson. He and Lucy had a thing,” Summer says before filling the others in on what went down. Well, the parts she knows anyway.
Burying my face in my hands, I shake my head. God, he looks hot tonight. His muscles are bulging in the button-down shirt that he’srolled up at the sleeve,and his hair…it’s all mussed like he’s been running a hand through it and all I want is to do the same.But I hate him, right?
He’s a grumpy asshole who told me we’re done for no reason and is mean to little kids. Yep, I hate him.
So why the hell am I all smiles as he shimmies toward me while “Dance With Me,” by 112, starts to play. I have to suck my lips into my mouth to stop myself from laughing.I’m mad, remember?But when all three of my friends dissolve into giggles and Delilah wolf whistles, I’m done for.
Wes mouths the words to the song as he dances in front of me. This is a side of him I’ve never seen before. I mean, I didn’t even think he drank. But if Wes is a funny drunk, rather than his usual grumpy self, I’m here for it.
He holds his hand out when the chorus hits, and I place my palm in his, not even pretending to hesitate. I want to be close to him, desperately.
“You go, girl!” Summer calls out as Wes pulls me to the dance floor while I bury my face in his chest as I laugh.
Grabbing my waist in one hand, he pushes the other into my hair, forcing my gaze up to his. “None of our shit matters right now, Luce. It’s just you and me. And you are a fucking vision.”
My heart races and I nod, despite his words confusing me. The way he’s staring at me, like I’m the only one in the world, makes me want to forget everything too.
His splayed hand moves around to my lower back, pressing us closer together as his head rests on mine. There’s some deeper meaning to his words. I can sense it. But I feel so good in his arms that I choose to ignore it, getting lost in Wes instead.
We dance like a couple of drunks after our little moment, even though only one of us is drinking, and when the girls announce they’re leaving, Wes asks me to stay.
Pulling out my phone to check the time, I see a message from another unknown number waiting for me.
Unknown: We need to talk.
I swallow a lump in my throat and inwardly curse. I shouldn’t be here. I should be at home, protecting Katie. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have to get home to my…” I trail off, taking a step back but keeping our fingers connected. “You said we were over,” I add, because suddenly I’m shy. And backtracking. I’ve just been grinding against Wes for an hour, and now I’m thinking things through. Where was my rational brain earlier?
Wes frowns as he stares down at my phone. He shakes his head before pulling me in close and whispering in my ear. “You’re right, I said that. And you’re better than a quick fuck. Have a good sleep, Lucy.”
He steps back and releases my hand.What?
“Is that what this was? Is that what you wanted all this time?”
“Isn’t that what this is? Isn’t that whatyouwant? After all…you all but admitted that you have someone waiting at home. Is that who the message was from?”
What?
“Is that what you really think of me?” I ask, quickly looking over my shoulder to make sure the girls are a distance away.
Wes sighs, running a hand through his hair, exactly what I wanted to do earlier. “Wouldn’t it be great if I could say yes,” he admits. “Wouldn’t it make our lives so much easier if I believed that?”
What is going on?
“Wes, I—”
