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“Me too, sweetness. My little spoon has been missing. And it just doesn’t feel right without you.”

Wes pulls my mouth to his, his tongue slipping through my lips to connect with mine. It’s sweet and tender, a little unlike how we usually kiss, but very needed.

After months of everything being upside down, my world is finally right-side up again.

Chapter 46

EventhoughWeswasgone for almost four months, the second he’s back, everything reverts to how it was before he left.

That first night we go to the apartment for dinner. There’s a slight tension in the air and dirty looks coming from Lochlyn, but Wes acts normal and like nothing is wrong. After we eat, Lochlyn takes Wes outside for a quick chat, complete with a beer each.

Shay and I nervously do the dishes and clean up while they’re gone. But when they come back laughing, we both relax, knowing that whatever was said between them fixed any ill-will that existed.

We quickly fall into a routine. Wes found a job before he even transferred back, just one aspect of his maturity and seriousness about his career that I admire so much.

In the mornings, he’ll drive me to class. Two days a week we meet for lunch, just so we can see each other.

And every night he curls around me. It’s my favorite time of day.

There are times I wake up in a panic in the middle of the night, sure it was all just a dream. Every time, Wes wraps tighter around me and pulls me in close.

Tonight is one of those nights, but he tries to put my mind at ease, once and for all.

“I want to be with you, Chelsea. Forever. And when the time’s right, Iwillpropose. I know that takes some of the surprise out of it, and maybe even ruins it. But I feel like you need to know that when I say I love you and want to be with you, that Imeanit. That I’m not leaving you ever again.” His fingers are trailing up and down my spine in a soothing way as we lie on our sides, staring at each other in the darkened room.

“I know, Wes. I do. It’s just bad dreams. And I want that too. But Lochlyn and Shay have to go first. They may forgive me, I’ve mostly forgiven myself, but I can’t take that from them. They need to go first.” It’s a realization I’ve come to. And it has to be that way.

“I’ll agree to that. But it may not be as far away as you think.”

“I know. Lochlyn and I talked about it. I told him to wait, to enjoy this time. But I know my brother, and he won’t. He waited for Shay for years, and now that he finally and happily has her, he won’t wait long to ensure that it’s forever.” The fact that he hasn’t already proposed blows my mind. It wouldn’t surprise me if he already had a ring.

“But you’re okay with that? Marrying me?”

“Okay with it? Weston Palmer, all I want in life is to marry you.”

He scooches closer so that his lips and pelvis are against mine. “Oh, really.Allyou want?”

“Well, not exactly.”

His mouth closes over mine as his hand knots into my hair and he shifts us, so I’m on my back while he rests on top of me. Slowly, he drags his hard cock over my clit.

“You sure marrying me isallyou want?”

“Oh, not even a little.”

“Good.”

Our mouths move together and the few clothes we’re wearing—me, a shirt and panties, Wes, a pair of boxers—are quickly removed.

His fingers slip along my pussy, swirling around my clit in a few evenly pressured movements. But he doesn’t dip them inside me, instead wasting no time to ease his cock into me.

My head tips back and I gasp at the sensation. The way he fills me is nothing short of incredible, and I missed every single second of it.

One hand grips at the pillow while his forehead dips to my shoulder. “Fuck, sweetness.”

Slow and steady, he starts grinding his hips into mine, our bodies moving in sync. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking them at my ankles and tipping my legs back to let him even deeper. It makes my eyes roll back in my head.

“Wes, please.”

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