Page 97 of Loving the Sinner
“Bye Elli! Bye Wes! Thanks fow letting me play with your hair!” Kamber waves at us as she says goodbye. We hear her tell her mom that she wants tattoos like Wes when she’s older, but she wants pink ones.
Oops. Sorry, not sorry, Katelynn.
“You okay?” I whisper to Wes after I help him stand from the floor.
“Yeah, are you?”
“I had a run in with Packer, but I’ll tell you about that in a minute. Let’s go say goodbye then we can go back to the hotel.”
“Okay, my love.” The term of endearment soothes my frayed nerves and makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.
We make our rounds of awkward goodbyes, leaving only my mom and brother.
Mompulls me in for a fake hug, but whispers “I expect you and Wes over for dinner tomorrow so we can get to know him properly.”
I nod, “Okay. We’ll see you at four.”
She nods, then goes back to chatting with someone else.
I walk over to Spence and give him an awkward smile, “I’m headed out. But we’ll be here for dinner tomorrow so we’ll see you then.”
“Sounds good. Bye.” He says coldly, not bothering to even hug me.
Ouch.
I grab Wes’s hand, we put on our shoes, and then we head to my car. As soon as we pull away from the curb, Wes’s hand is on my thigh, squeezing gently. I know he’s waiting for me to tell him what happened with Packer.
“Packer cornered me in the hallway at my mom’s while you were getting ice cream.” I sigh, still disgusted by what he told me.
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Wes asks.
“No, not at all. He just said he was ‘concerned’ about me. I guess my mom invited him to ‘scope’ you out, which is fucking weird. But then he told me that we wouldn’t have worked out because I wasn’t a ‘trainable’ wife.”
“Ew. What the fuck? Is he serious?”
“Unfortunately. He also implied that I was too fat to bounce back from having a baby. It was all just very gross and misogynistic. I feel bad for Tiffany, to be quite honest. But I’msoglad I didn’t marry him.”
“Poor Tiffany. Pooryoufor dealing with him for six months. And fuck him for implying anything about your body. Your body is so fucking beautiful, if I were a sculptor I’d never stop sculpting you. Your body would live in museums forever.”
“That was very poetic, and very sweet, Wes. Thank you. You make me feel good in my body.”
Wes grabs my hand and brings the back to his lips and gives it a tender kiss, making butterflies erupt in my stomach.
God, will this man ever stop having that effect on me? Probably not.
“My mom also expects us to go over for dinner tomorrow. I’m sorry, I can tell her ‘no’ if you want, but she literally demanded it from me.”
“Nah, it’s okay. Free food is free food, right? I’ll be fine. How bad can it be?”
Yeah, how bad can it be?
Chapter 45
Wes
We spend the morning and early afternoon of the next day in the hotel room, since Elli has to get some work done.
She stops working at three so she can get ready to go, stating she can’t show up to her parents’ house in booty shorts and a tank top.
