Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“You must work out a lot.”
He looked back at me and smiled. “I do.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yeah, I can tell. But anyway, Wes, I think we should have someone look at you,” I said as I walked farther into the room. It was huge! A king-size bed sat in the middle of the room with two nightstands. Large floor-to-ceiling glass doors showcased a view of the harbor. I glanced around for a remote to shut the blinds in this room but couldn’t find anything.
Wes was taking off his watch and setting it down on the dresser, so I walked over to the end table to search for the remote. When I turned back around, I ran into a solid form.
“Oof!” I said as grabbed onto Wes’s arms to steady myself.
“Whoa, are you okay?”
My eyes were everywhere on the man. His face, his mouth, his bare chest. Heat burned in my hands where I held onto his bare arms.
Then he slowly smiled, and I felt a pool of heat in the pit of my stomach. All the times I had dreamed of being with Wes, and here I was, in his bedroom, with him nearly naked, and he couldn’t even remember who I was.
“I want to kiss you.”
My tongue instinctively swept over my lips, and I swore his eyes darkened. A low growl came from deep inside of him.
For a half a second, I nearly lifted onto my toes to kiss him. Instead, I closed my eyes and took a step away.
“You don’t want to kiss me, Wes. You’re drunk and you don’t even remember my name.”
He took a step forward, placed his hand on the side of my face, leaned down, and kissed me so tenderly I felt my knees go weak.
When he drew back some, our eyes met. “I know exactly who you are…Clare.”
My eyes searched his face, for what I wasn’t sure. I tried to think of something to say, but no words came to me. I was in utter and complete shock. That, and extremely turned on but how gentle he was being with me.
Wes smiled once again as he stepped away. He reached for a loose strand of my hair and rubbed it between his fingers.
“Your hair is so soft.”
His green eyes met my blue, and we stared at one another for what felt like forever. This wasn’t real. He wasn’t really wanting to kiss me. He was drunk, and most importantly, he was still in love with his cheating ex. I wasn’t about to be a plaything for him to use.
Taking a step back, I cleared my throat. “I need to leave.”
Whatever spell he had been under was broken. Pushing his hand through his hair, he let out a soft laugh. “Jesus, I must be drunk still if I kissed you.”
His words were the ice water I needed to put out the intense feelings I was having for him.
With a tight smile, I gave a single nod. “Does your head hurt still?”
Reaching up, he touched his head and winced.
Shit. Is it safe to leave him?
“Do you have any Tylenol or anything?”
Wes sat down on his bed. “The bathroom.”
I quickly made my way out to his kitchen and got a bottle of water from his refrigerator, then made my way into his bathroom. I opened the medicine cabinet and quickly found the pills. I got two out and made my way back to where Wes was still sitting. He was staring out the window seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
“Here, take these and drink this.”
He glanced up and looked at me, then at the pills in my hand. He reached for them, popped them into his mouth, then drank nearly the whole bottle of water.
“I’m fine, Clare, you can go ahead and leave.”
“What if you have a concussion?”
He let out a small titter. “I don’t have a concussion. Your responsibility for my well-being is hereby completed.”
I chewed nervously on my lower lip while I watched him stand, pull the covers back, and climb in.
“Lock the door on the way out, please.”
“Maybe I should sleep on the sofa, just in case anything is wrong.”
Wes turned and put his back to me. “Do whatever you want, I’m going to sleep.”
I stood there for at least three minutes before I heard the soft snores coming from him.
Turning, I walked out of the bedroom, shut the door, then leaned against it. My fingers came up to my still-tingling lips. He kissed me. Wes kissed me. No, a drunk Wes kissed me. He won’t even remember he did that come morning.
I pushed off the door, looked around and saw a blanket folded up and sitting on a storage chest. I didn’t feel like I should leave him in this condition. He was probably right, everything was okay, but I still felt like I had to check up on him just in case.