Page 66 of What Is Love
Wyatt scooted over to me and pulled me back onto his chest. “No. I don’t think you’re weak. He wasn’t right. He was projecting his past shit and what you said made him look at it from a different perspective,” he explained. “Reid lashed out because he wasn’t ready to give up the anger he’s been holding onto for a long time. So don’t listen to him.”
I didn’t understand, but I didn’t want to question him about Reid.
Wyatt held me again until I calmed down. He held my hand, and with his other, he repeatedly ran his fingers through my hair right above my ear. I listened to his heart and found comfort in its steady beat.
“You’re the second person I’ve ever cuddled with.” I didn’t know why that random thought popped into my head or why I had to voice it.
He went still. “Who was the first?”
“Roe.”
He relaxed at my response. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever cuddled.”
“I thought you fell in lust all the time.”
His chest bounced as he tried not to laugh. “I may enjoy the company of the ladies, but I normally leave right after.”
I could see why. “Cuddling feels…intimate,” I said as I rubbed my thumb along the back of his.
“Yeah,” he agreed simply.
“You’re good at it despite it being your first time.”
I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “Of course I am. I excel at many things.”
I felt the urge to smile, too, but my mouth didn’t move. “Do you have to leave soon?” Before, I had wanted to be alone. Now I was scared to lose what I felt lying in his arms.
“I was thinking about staying,” he said. “If you’re okay with that?”
“We have school tomorrow.”
“I’ll leave early enough to swing home and change,” he said.
I nodded against his chest. “Okay.”
Chapter Seventeen
The soundof Wyatt’s phone beeping was what woke us up in the morning. It was still dark outside, and it felt as if we had just closed our eyes. We had stayed up late watching TV while eating the food we had ordered from the hotel’s restaurant. I hadn’t been hungry, but Wyatt had convinced me to eat a little.
Now it was time for him to go and for me to get up and face another day like everything was fine, like I always had done.
Wyatt tried to move out from under me gently. I got off him and lay on my side as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
“Why don’t you try and sleep a little longer?” he whispered.
My mind was already racing, and it would only get worse when he left. I sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. “I’m awake.”
He picked up his pants from where he had placed them on the other bed last night before we’d gone to sleep. I knew it wasn’t polite to watch him dress, but I couldn’t keep my eyes away as he shoved his legs into his jeans and pulled them up over his gray boxer briefs that outlined…a lot.
Catching me staring, he smiled.
I felt my cheeks go a little warm.
He sat on the edge of the other bed while he put his shoes on. “You know, you don’t show a lot of emotion.”
“I’ve been told.”
“You did just then.” He was still grinning. “I have never wondered so much what someone is thinking or feeling until I met you.”
