Page 15 of Demise

His eyes swing to me. “It means I’m not a good man, not by a long shot. I’ve killed people, I break the law more times than I follow it, and I have a past that is not all sunshine and rainbows.”

I nod. “How does that make you different from any of my other boyfriends?”

He doesn’t say anything as I continue.

“You are not a bad man, Wesley, not by a long shot. I don’t care what has happened in your past or what you’ve done. You’re good, more than, and you aren’t the lucky one in this relationship, I am.”

He licks his lips, staying silent for several seconds before he looks at me.

“We’re in a relationship?”

“Oh, well. Uh, I guess I shouldn’t have assumed. Just because we messed around doesn’t mean you want to actually be with me, I guess. And the whole me already having four boyfriends probably makes this—”

Wesley’s finger comes to my lips, silencing me immediately as he speaks softly.

“I already told you. I want you, little one. I just didn’t know if you wanted me too after…everything.”

At this point, it feels futile to argue any further. He’s going to take the blame that isn’t his to take, and I suppose that is something he will have to deal with on his own.

“I want you, Wesley. You…fit, you know? Right here,” I say, resting a hand over my chest.

Corny as that might be, it’s true. He feels like a missing piece to a puzzle. Like a piece I didn’t realize was missing until it was shown to me in the right light, and now I’m wondering what I’ve done without it all this time.

His hand moves to cover my own, curling his fingers around mine as he looks at me seriously.

“I’ll be right here, as long as you want me, little one.”

I smile softly as I lean into him, lifting my head as he places his lips on mine. Just like before, it’s like fireworks and coming home all at the same time. His other hand lifts to cradle my face so gently, as if I were a porcelain doll about to shatter apart in his hands.

When we pull away, he gives me one of his breathtaking smiles and looks ready to say something when a loud voice shakes the house.

“No! Get the FUCK away from me! Where is Skyla? What happened!?” a familiar voice screams.

I frown at that, and Wesley tenses.

“Steph?” I question as I throw the blankets off me and attempt to stand up.

“You need to rest,” Wesley says as he attempts to keep me in bed.

I shake my head and attempt to stand when Wesley scoops me into his arms and walks towards the door. When he opens it, Liam is there, watching us with a small smile. He doesn’t say anything before he gestures for Wesley to walk first.

As he moves down the stairs, the foyer comes into sight and a furious looking Steph is standing by the door, talking to Ronan, Vincent, and Asher. Her eyes snap to me before the rest of the guys follow suit.

I watch as her gaze hones in on where Wesley is holding me before her mouth drops open.

“Sky, another one?!”

I look up at Wesley, who is wearing an impassive mask, before looking back to her.

“What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing?” Steph guffaws. “I get a concerning voicemail from my niece about my dead sister, and then she doesn’t answer my calls for over fourteen hours. What do you think I’m doing here?”

Fuck. The voicemail. I forgot about that. Was that really only fourteen hours ago? How is that possible when so much has happened since I made that call?

“Where is my phone?” I ask the guys, who all just shake their heads and shrug their shoulders.

“Probably in the woods somewhere. No way he would have brought it to Vermont,” Vincent says.

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