Page 30 of The Perfect Spiral
Andy sauntered back to the sofa, leaving me standing there, trying to process what had just happened. Wes seemed to be in the same boat.
“Geez, Andy, I knew you missed me, but I didn’t realize how much,” I teased.
“Yeah, girl, I missed you so much! You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” She shot a teasing glance at Wes, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I joined her on the sofa.
Wes sauntered over, plopping down between us and draping an arm around each of our shoulders.
“You ladies do other things together that I can join in on?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Andy leaned into his ear, and I followed suit, resting my hand on his thigh.
“Yeah, actually, we do, Wes. We like to... clean each other’s... clothes.”
“And do... the dishes,” I added, giving his thigh a squeeze.
“And help wash each other’s... bedroom floors.”
He groaned in frustration. “You know that’s not funny or cool!” he turned to me, scowling. “You’re getting none of these lips anymore.”
“Fine,” I retorted, standing up and heading back to my room. But before I could close the door, a tanned arm stopped it. Wes sauntered into my room, a cheeky grin on his face.
“I take that back. You can have as many of these lips as you want,” he said, puckering his lips in a clear invitation.
I was tempted, but I decided to stand my ground. “No, no, you said I’m not allowed, so I’m going to respect your wishes,” I said, turning away to hide my laughter.
“Fuck my wishes! Come here!” He lunged at me, lifting me up and tickling me. He threw me onto my bed, continuing his tickle attack until my foot accidentally caught his towel and yanked it off.
“You could’ve just said you wanted me, Alex. I wouldn’t object,” he smirked. I gasped, throwing my hands over my eyes.
“Oh my god, Wes! Put the towel back on!” I demanded, while he just laughed, trying to pry my hands away from my face. I kept my eyes shut tight.
I opened my eyes. “Wes! You asshole! Go and get changed or put it back on!” It was NOT back on! But Jesus! I wouldn’t mind some of—ALEX! Jesus, brother’s best friend!
“I’m not going anywhere until I get my kisses.”
“Ok, what’s with you boys needing my kisses?” Shit! That was supposed to stay in my head.
“Who else is after your kisses, Alex?” His tone was a blend of curiosity and seriousness. Oh, Alex, you’ve really done it this time!
After a few moments of silence, I could hear his annoyance in the huff that escaped his lips.
“Knox? But he was just joking around. I know him well enough to know that. And it wasn’t even a real kiss. It was just an xx in a text message.” I kept my eyes shut as I spoke, but it was the truth. I didn’t see it as a big deal.
“Look at me, Alex,” he commanded softly. I opened my eyes to find him gazing down at me.
“Kiss me.” I just stared at him, a smirk slowly spreading across my face. Was he jealous?
“You’re not jealous, are you, Wes?” Before I could finish my sentence, he pressed his lips onto mine, kissing me with a fervor that left no room for doubt. I guess that’s a yes. My hands found their way into his hair, eliciting a moan from him.
“Alex! There’s someone...sexy at the door for you!”
Groaning at the interruption, I pushed myself up from the bed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. I walked out to the front door of our apartment to find a man standing there.
“Are you Alex?” he asked. I nodded in response.
Wow! He stood in the doorway, clad in a dark blue shirt and jeans, a baseball cap hiding his face while his hair peeked out from underneath. His muscles were practically bursting out of his shirt.
Damn, this guy is hot! His rugged look, accentuated by the stubble on his face, made him even more attractive. He extended his hand for a handshake, and I took it.
Pulling me close to his chest with a bright smile, he introducedhimself. “Hi, I’m Travis. It’s nice to meet you.” His grin was infectious, his bright green eyes sparkling.
