Pregame(25)
We had only been together for a few weeks and I still wasn't ready to give myself to him fully. My body was ready, but my head wasn't quite on board. More often than not I would find myself feeling badly for leaving Wes unsatisfied but he understood my hesitation. I still hadn't told him anymore about my demons and he didn't ask, but I knew that he thought about it and I knew I'd have to open up to him eventually if I wanted our relationship to last.
I have been able to admit to myself that I was in love with him but I wouldn't say the words until I knew that he felt the same. Wes had told me that he'd been in a few relationships in the past but none of which lasted longer than a month or so, and he also said that he'd never been in love with any of his past girlfriends. I hoped that I would be the first, and last, girl he would ever love.
Wes would call me every night during the break and we'd talk until we were too tired to keep our eyes open any longer. I loved telling him about my family, but I loved hearing about his even more. He and Reese had gone to their father's house, as promised, and Wes was surprised by how well behaved Reese had been. Their father, Roy, had two little girls with his new wife Anne. The girls were only four years old and loved having big brothers to play with. Roy had been a little apprehensive at first but after seeing Reese with the girls Wes said he saw his father tear up a little bit. Because Reese had been the oldest when Roy walked out, the reunion had been very tense between them for the first day but then Reese's protective instincts took over as soon as the two little girls asked him to play dollies with them. Wes told me that it was a precious sight seeing his brother playing with Barbie's with their new little sisters, and it was something he'd hold against him the next time that Reese started mouthing off.
Ariana had been overjoyed seeing her brothers and the three of them spent a lot of time catching up. Roy even joined them for dinner between the four of them one night, which warmed my heart. Ariana applied to a few colleges, Wes had said, but she was hoping to attend our school the following fall semester, and I could tell Wes was hoping the same so that he could keep an eye on her.
As promised, Wes and Reese were introduced to Ariana's boyfriend, and of course, Reese threatened him with bodily harm if he hurt his sister. I laughed when Wes told me how sacred the poor guy looked. At one point Ariana's boyfriend had wrapped his arm around her and Reese not so gently removed it before Ariana forced him to apologize. Reese was an aggressive guy when he wanted to be but after spending more time with him during the past few weeks I've been able to see a different side of him.
Most of the break I spent at home with my parents, and Elle would come over and hang out as well. I was an only child but my parents might as well have adopted Elle with the amount of time she spent over our house.
Thanksgiving day was eventful as usual, with all of my aunts and uncles, cousins, and grandparents coming over. My grandparents grilled me about my new boyfriend while we sat around the table for dinner. My family was nervous considering what had happened with my last boyfriend, and although their worries were unnecessary I appreciated the amount of love I felt being home.
The day before we headed back to school my mom and Elle's took Elle and me to the spa and we got massages and treated ourselves to manicures and pedicures as well as haircuts. Elle refused to cut her hair so she settled for a trim and a blowout. I was feeling like changing things up a bit so I added a few highlights to my hair to lighten up the dirty blonde coloring and chopped a few inches off. My hair, which had flowed all the way down my back, landing just above my butt, now landed at the middle of my back.
"Excited to see lover boy?" Elle asked me as we started the two-hour drive back to school.
"You have no idea," I smiled, "actually, you probably do."
Elle laughed, "I hope you don't mind having the apartment to yourself for the weekend because I don't plan on leaving Colin's room once, unless I have to use the bathroom, of course."
Classes didn't start until Monday but we decided to head back a couple of days early. Savanna wasn't flying in from Florida until Monday morning so the next three nights I'd be alone in the apartment. Although, I wasn't really planning on being alone. Wes and I had never spent the night together, and although I still wasn't sure if I was ready to sleep with him, I wouldn't mind falling asleep beside him.
We were about twenty minutes from the apartment when my phone chimed, signaling a new text message. I smiled when I saw Wes's name on the screen.
Wes: have elle drop u off here when ur back. I want 2 c u
Me: will do, sexy ;)
Wes: r u flirting w. me?
Me: yes. What r u wearing?
Wes: ;) jeans no shirt. u?
Me: jeans shirt no panties no bra ;)
Wes: gtg take a cold shower, thx
Me:LOL c u in 20
Wes: thank god
"Change of plans, Elle," I told her, still smiling, "drop me off at Wes's, please."
"I can't wait for you two to get out of this honeymoon stage," Elle laughed, glancing at me sideways and I chuckled.
"Whatever, drive faster," I joked, only half kidding.
~~~~
"Oh, thank god," Wes sighed, pulling me into a tight hug, "I've missed you."
I smiled against his bare chest, "Me too."
Wes pulled back and looked down at me, wearing a frown.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, and he pulled his hands in front of me, grabbing my breasts, "Hey!"
I laughed when he just shook his head, his expression that of a sad puppy, "You are wearing a bra. Such a tease, Brookelyn."
I laughed when he reached behind me and unhooked my bra, slipping it off of my shoulders.
"Wes!" I exclaimed, grabbing my bra and running towards his bedroom, "You don't live alone, you know!"
Wes chuckled and followed after me, grabbing my waist when we both got into the safety of his bedroom. He pulled me into him and kissed me firmly on the lips, stealing my breath. I moaned as his tongue snaked into my mouth and our kiss became frantic. I pulled away and slid off my tank top, laying back onto his bed and pulling him on top of me.
"No one's here right now," he whispered against my neck as he trailed kisses from my neck down to my collarbone. I ran my fingers through his hair and he brought his mouth back to mine, my skin burning hot with desire.
I parted my legs and he moved between them, his arousal pressed against me through our jeans. We stayed like that for a while, slowly moving against each other, our kissing alternating between sweet and slow to frantic and passionate. Wes's bare chest felt soft against mine, and I traced the outlines of his tattoos with my fingers.
"God, do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?" he murmured, rolling off of me and pulling me so that I was lying on top of him. I placed my chin on his chest and looked up at him, a content smile playing on my lips.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" I threw back at him, and he shook his head once, his eyes locked on mine. His expression was serious, a mix between passion and adoration, and I felt my heart swell inside my chest by that one look.
"I mean it, Brookelyn," He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips, running his fingers through my hair. "You're perfect."
I laughed once, disagreeing, but a blush crept onto my skin, "I'm not perfect, Wes. No one is perfect."
His eyes narrowed as he inspected me, his head slightly tilted to the side, "maybe not. But you're perfect to me."
My blush darkened, and I avoided my gaze, but Wes grabbed my chin softly between his fingers, and tilted my face up to his. He kissed me again, and I grabbed his bottom lip between my teeth and sucked on it gently, probing his lips open with a flick of my tongue. He opened his lips and his tongue once again met mine. He tasted like soda and spearmint, and I knew that I would never taste either flavor ever again without relating them to kissing Wes. Every thing about his kiss was intoxicating.
Our mouths sped up against each other once again, and I broke away from him, peering into his beautiful blue eyes.
"I want you," I whispered, surprising myself.
Wes's eyes darkened in lust and he opened his mouth to speak but the moment was interrupted by male laughter floating into the house.