Page 72 of Bad Kind of Love

Oh my god.

“Yes, don’t worry she’s fine. I’m Wes’s father.”

Circling around him trying to snatch the phone away, he quickly turns again.

“No, I figured you were worried. She just fell asleep on the couch and I didn’t want to make her drive home when she’s tired.”

Could this really be working?

“Yes of course, I’ll make sure she leaves tomorrow morning.”

Baffled, I watch in disbelief as he convinces my Aunt Claire into letting me stay the night. Sure, she doesn't know the real reason why I was sleeping over, but damn.

“You’re welcome, have a good night.”

And just like that, our worries were solved.

With his strong back towards me, he slowly spins around with a ‘told you so’ grin across his mouth.

“Now that that’s solved.” He stalks toward me with predatory intent.

“Yah, yah, yah.” I wave my hand in his face. “You won, now let's go back to bed.”

As I try brushing past him, he immediately steps in front of me blocking my path. Peering up into his dark eyes, a playful gleam stares back at me.

“I’m awake now.” He presses himself further into me. “Going to bed is the last thing on my mind.”

He walks me backwards until my knee’s bump against the couch.

“What is on your mind?” I purr, watching his cock harden under his boxer shorts.

“You, always you.” He pushes me until I fall flat on my back. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”

*******

After leaving Jack this morning, I swear I was on cloud nine. Our goodbye kiss was filled with so much passion that I thought I’d never make it out the front door. But reluctantly, he let me go.

We agreed we’d somehow find time for each other every day. Whether it be somewhere secluded or at school, we knew what we had couldn’t just be thrown away. But in the back of my mind, guilt began to form and soon it would eat at me every day.

As I pull into my driveway, I hear the ringing of my phone and immediately think it's Jack. Instead, the caller ID reads Wes.

Fuck.

Did he somehow find out about his dad and me?

Should I even answer the phone?

Panicking, I stare hard into the screen until finally I hit the big green button.

“Hello?” I answer softly, waiting for the shouting but it never comes.

“Hey, sorry for calling so early.” His voice sounds cheerful, but I still feel on edge. “I just… needed to hear your voice.” He admits and I feel my heart skip a beat, but also sigh in relief.

Why did he have to be so damn sweet?

“What’s wrong?” I ask worried.

“I miss you.” His confession makes me smile, but all I feel is guilt gnawing at my insides. Gripping my steering wheel, I hold back the tears that are on the verge of falling.

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