He didn’t textme once the entire weekend, and I didn’t text him. Damn, was he stubborn. I strolled into the office with my head held high and a nervousness that settled in my belly. He wasn’t in yet, so I listened to the voicemails that were left on the phone, wrote them down, and threw them in a messy pile on his desk with a smile.
“Morning,” he mumbled as he walked into his office.
“Morning.”
“How was your weekend?” he asked.
“It was good. How was yours?”
“Great. I got shitfaced with Christopher on Saturday and pretty much slept it off all day yesterday.”
“Did you bring anyone home with you?”
He cocked his head at me and gave me a displeased look.
“Anna, I would never?—”
“I know. I shouldn’t have said that.” I put up my hand.
“Come here.” He held out his arms, and I walked right into them. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. I’m sorry.”
“Me too, sweetheart.”
I broke our embrace and looked at him with a smile.
“What?” He smiled back.
“You called me ‘sweetheart.’”
“I did. Because you are my sweetheart, and I love you, and I don’t want to fight anymore.”
“I love you too, Wes. I don’t want to fight either.”
His lips met mine for a brief moment, and then he broke our kiss and locked his office door.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“We need to make up properly.” He smirked as he picked me up and carried me over to the couch.
“I thinkwe need to fight a little more.” I smiled as I slipped my shirt back on.
“I agree. Maybe we could fight some more tonight for a while and then make up again.”
“Sounds good to me.” I kissed his lips. “By the way, I left something on your desk.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll see when you open it. I better get back out there. I heard the phones ringing.”
“Okay.” He kissed me.
I inhaled a deep breath as I walked out of his office and braced myself. Within seconds, his door flew open.
“Get in here!” he spoke in anger.
I looked over at Tori, who was staring at me with a smile on her face. I walked back into his office as he shut the door.