Page 57 of For Him

I couldn’t believe it. Weston.

He towered above me, close. His intense eyes staring deeply into mine.

“You’re here,” I was barely able to whisper. “How are you here?” My trembling hand reached forward and rested against his chest. My fingers found the quarter zipper on his thick, gray fleece sweater and fumbled with it. I could feel his heartbeat through the fabric and his button up he had on beneath.

“You asked,” he replied, his voice soft and tender. “I will always come when you ask.”

I trembled against his touch as he brushed some hair from my skin once more. I slid my hand towards his face, hovering above his left cheek. He didn’t move as I stared for a moment longer, needing to know if it was really him.

Then I swept my fingers gently across the thick scar starting beneath his eye and traced it along his jawline. He leaned into the touch and even closed his eyes briefly.

“I have a confession,” I whispered, and he furrowed his brows as I continued to glide back and forth across the scar.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve touched your face,” I said, my eyes tracking my fingers.

He kept his brows creased, dropping his hands from my face as I finally stopped tracing his scar. “I don’t remember you ever touching me like this before.”

“You wouldn’t,” I grimaced. “You were asleep.”

He gasped, overexaggerating his shock. “You crossed the pillow wall! How dare you!”

“I also peaked when you were walking back into the bathroom when you’d forgotten your clothes,” I added, and he grinned widely, softly laughing his incredible laugh.

“Like what you saw?” He raised an inquisitive brow, and I clicked my tongue at him.

“You wish.” But I had liked it. I’d also liked waking up wrapped in his arms. I liked every moment he’d touched me. “Weston?”

His grin softened, his eyes tender. “Yes, darling?”

I opened my mouth ready to confess that I cared for him, that I liked him, when the door opened and out stumbled Trixie and Simon. Clamping my hands around Weston’s waist, I jerked him towards me to block my body from view as the two giggled and continued to make out. Weston placed his palms against the wall on either side of my head, watching the couple from his peripherals.

“Should we say something?” he mumbled to me.

“Like what?” I mouthed back, and he shrugged his shoulders as they crashed against the wall closer towards us.

“They think they’re alone,” he whispered.

“I know that.” I shrunk closer against Weston’s body.

“Then say something.”

“And how do we explain this?” I breathed out, and he glanced down at me as I stared up at his handsome face.

“We weren’t doing anything,” he muttered.

“It doesn’t look like that,” I replied as Trixie and her fiancé crashed even closer our way. “We could try and slip out to the sitting area?” I suggested, and he nodded once quickly.

Dropping his hands from around my head, he grabbed my right fingers and went to drag me down the hallway when Trixie and Simon smashed directly against Weston.

He was rammed up against the wall, slamming me between his body and the wood once more. “Ow,” I sharply wheezed, as the wind rushed from my lungs.

“What the—” Trixie said, breaking apart from Simon as I desperately tried to disappear behind Weston.

“Pardon me, ma’am,” Weston said, tipping his hat slightly. “Sir,” He added towards Simon.

“Oh, no worries!” Trixie smiled brightly at Weston as I shrunk even farther behind him. “We didn’t know this hallway was already occupied.”