Ruin .(43)
“Wait, is that a yes?” Wes swung me around the room and then did something so out of character I almost missed it.
He kissed me as if we really were dating.
He hadn’t touched me since the first date we went on.
His lips brushed mine briefly and then harder as he set me on my feet and wrapped his arms around my waist. With little effort, he lifted me onto the table and cupped my face. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I said breathlessly.
“Saying yes.” He was totally serious. His face had that same shadow as before.
I touched his smooth jaw with my fingertips. “You really are having a rough day, aren’t you?”
He clenched his teeth and gave a jerky nod.
Without thinking I slid my arms around his neck and held him as tight as I could. “I think the star quarterback is allowed to have rough days, as long as…” I let my voice trail off.
“As long as what?” he said, taking the bait and pulling back so our lips were really close again.
“As long as he promises to always share them with that nerdy freshman he keeps hanging out with.”
“Not nerdy.” He kissed my mouth. “Beautiful.” And kissed me again. “Sexy.” And again. “Gorgeous hair—”
“What is it with you and hair?” I laughed against his neck as he interlaced his fingers with mine.
“It’s precious.” He shrugged helping me off the table. “That’s all.”
“Hair and hearts,” I murmured. “Weird obsessions, but okay. I’ll allow you some quirkiness on behalf of your hotness factor.”
“How very gracious of you.” He chuckled, kissing my hand. “Now let’s eat before you go to your next class. And then packing. I’ve got a freshman to take home for the week.”
Yeah, I was probably never going to lose the smile on my face. Ever.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Yeah, Gabe was going to murder me in my sleep.
Weston
I checked my phone. An hour had gone by. I’d figured Gabe would have stopped by my room already to yell or throw things or punch me in the face.
I expected him to at least send me a nasty text message about not keeping my promise.
A knock sounded on my door. Smiling, I opened it expecting to see a large fist flying towards my jaw. Instead it was David and James.
Ugh. I’d rather be punched.
“How is your day progressing?” James asked sounding oh–so-mechanical and ridiculous.
“Fantastic. I’ve got a date for Homecoming.” I sat on my bed and glared.
“Do you normally have trouble getting dates?” David laughed.
“No.” I scowled. “This girl’s special.”
James shifted on his feet. “Not to bring up a sore subject—”
“Then don’t bring it up,” I snapped.
“—But,” James continued. “Do you think it’s a smart move to get a girl involved in your life at this point? You’ve refused to take any tests until the day of your surgery. You have no idea what is going on in your body, and you want to involve someone as innocent as that girl?”
“Look—” I swear my teeth were gnashing together. “It’s not your business. So stay out of it.”
“It is my business.” James tilted his head. “I’m your shrink. Your father hired me to look after your well being.”
“My father hired you because he doesn’t want me to lose my shit and commit suicide like my brother. You aren’t my surgeon, and you sure as hell aren’t my friend. I’ll do what I want — with or without your permission.”
David heaved a sigh. “Wes—”
“Do you need anything else?” I interrupted.
With a curse, David pulled out his notebook. “I just need to document how you’re feeling today. You know the drill. You get the drugs that cost a fortune and haven’t been tested by the FDA yet, and we have to write it down. I don’t do this to torture you. I’m not your doctor, I am your friend, and I’ve been your bodyguard since you threw your first football, so for the love of God, just tell me how you feel.”