Chapter 33
The brights rays of the early afternoon splashed over the large bed giving the room a brightness I current loathed, groaning I squeezed my eyes shut hoping to catch a bit more sleep. Any hope of sleep was diminished as the sound of the shower pricked my ears, startled I sat up fully alert and slightly frightened when a very familiar scent tickled my nose. That one spicy scent brought the events of yesterday rushing back like a short film, filling in the blanks my groggy mind failed to do.
Wes spent the night and we didn't have sex.
Never in a million years would I ever entrained the thought let alone believe it to ever be true. Running a hand through my hair I couldn't contain the sudden burst of joy as I turned to stare at the empty bed, my eyes grazing the wrinkled sheets recalling his body pressed shamelessly to mine when I woke during the night. Despite being toned Wes turned out to be a very comfortable pillow, the hard muscles of his body provided with a warm security that I yearned to have around me. Smiling at the thought I shook my head as the thought of having him in my bed every night ran through my mind. I'm sure he'll have no issue with spending the nights, I thought sarcastically.
Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed I wiggled my toes relieved that the stiff ache from yesterday was gone, he really does have magical fingers. The long train of dirty thoughts crossing my mind was unexpected as was the warm heat spreading in my lower abdominal, what I wouldn't do to get him on a bed. Jumping to my feet I started toward the kitchen in search for caffeine when the bathroom door opened revealing a gift from the heavens. Standing less than a for away with merely a small pink towel around his hips and dripping wet was the very man invading my thoughts looking as tempting as ever.
Flashing me a megawatt smile he stepped forward "Good morning."
I couldn't respond as I stood there with my mouth gaped and my eyes raking over his bronze skin silently hoping for a random breeze to blow the towel away and reveal the true masterpiece beneath the towel. Darting my tongue out I moisten my parched lips as my eyes continued to glide over his body, drinking in every water droplet that skittered down the length of his chest. Clenching my hands at my sides I could barely contain the urge to place my hands on his chest and allow them to roam freely over as his towel falls away...
"Take a picture while your at it."
Heat flushed my cheeks, clearing my throat I tilted my head up meeting his gaze and what I saw in their grey depths increased the liquid heat pooling between my thighs. The pure carnal look shining back at me contradicted the humor laced in his voice.
"I didn't realize you'd come out like..." my eyes trailed over his chiseled chest "..that."
His mouth lifted into a lopsided grin "Would you have preferred I come out nude?"
"No." I gasped, if he had come out naked I would have jumped him on sight.
Turning on my heels I squeezed my eyes shut as his laughter floated around me, mocking me. "I'm just teasing kitty." he called as I raced to the bathroom with my face burning in embarrassment.
Real smooth Khloe, I scolded as I shut the door after me. Running a hand through my hair I shook my head before stripping out of my clothes intending to take a shower that'll hopefully take my mind off of my filthy mind. Jumping in the shower I made sure to take my time and scrubbed every inch of my body in the attempt to distract myself from the hunky male on the other side of the door. Stepping out I made sure to throughly lotion my body before peaking my head out, to my relief Wes was no where in sight. Gripping the front of the towel I sprinted I to my room where the bed was already made.
Standing in front of my wardrobe I searched frantically through my clothes for an outfit that didn't resemble something my mother would wear. Settling on a floral sundress Tess bought me for my birthday I dried my hair quickly and dabbed a small amount of makeup, wouldn't want to scare him away. Giving my hair a shake I took a deep breath before stepping out of my room when the delicious aroma of coffee and waffles greeted me like an old friend.
Inhaling deeply I moaned trying and failing to recall the last time I had a homemade breakfast, I've gotten accustom to takeouts and anything Amy can find when I remember to eat. Walking in to the kitchen I spotted Wes setting down two plates each with a mug beside it when he noticed my presence and smiled.
"I made breakfast." he announced motioning to the table
Starting towards him I nodded impressed by the work he's done while I showered and dressed "I can see that." I smiled warmly and inhaled the scents in again "Hope it tastes as good as it smells." I teased earning a short laugh
As I went to sit Wes caught my arm forcing me to face him, I blinked confusingly at him wondering why he stopped me. Reading my puzzled expression he spoke in a serious tone "You didn't greet me properly."
My brows pulled together in further confusion "Good morning."
He shook his head "I said properly."
I opened my mouth to ask him to clarify what he meant when he swooped down and captured my mouth with his, the soft strokes of his lips was enough to have my knees knocking together. Placing my hands on his shoulders I moaned as his tongue traced the rim of my bottom lip teasingly. The intoxicating scent that was Wes enveloped me in his embrace as I lost myself to his skillful lips, yearning for more. As I sank my fingers into his shoulders he pulled away with a ear to ear grin while I glared at him wondering why he stopped.
"Now that's a greeting." a beamed happily
Slapping his arm I pushed him away and took my seat, lifting the mug up to my mouth I took a large gulp and coughed as the liquid burned my throat. Ignoring the scorching feeling in my throat I sighed missing the taste of coffee although I had a cup the other day. Taking the seat opposite of mine Wes started to pile a generous amount of waffles on his plate after placing four on mine.
"Are you trying to fatten me up?" I questioned with a smile
"No, although you are leaning towards the thinner side lately."
My brows shot up in surprise at his observation of my weight loss, I have lost a few pounds but I didn't think it was noticeable. Wes smirked at my astonished expression and placed the fork in my hand. When he started to eat I glanced up through my lashes wondering why a man like him would want anything to do with me. We are as different as summer and winter; whilst he is a symbol for fun and abandoned pleasure I am dark and too chilly for anyone to enjoy. At times I tried figuring out what would attract him to me? What exactly stood out about me through all those women he's been with? Each time I'd come up short, clueless as to why Wes liked me.
Grabbing the knife at the side of my plate I spared one last glance at Wes before enjoying my own breakfast. We ate in silence; not bothering to attempt conversation with the other but the random glances at the other were very frequent and at times a bit embarrassing, seeing how he would catch me gawking at him like a desperate teenager who was crushing on the popular boy who doesn't even know she exists. Assisting Wes clear the table I poured myself another cup of coffee.
Leaning against the kitchen counter with the mug cradled in my hands I watched Wes as he placed the last of the dishes in the dishwasher feeling like I should say something.
"Thank you." I blurted as he stood up and turned to face me. Clearing my throat I dropped my gaze to my feet and I wiggled them nervously "For this and yesterday. No one has ever done that for me, so yeah thanks." I finished in one breath
"No one has ever taken care of you when you were sick?" he asked in disbelief
Lifting my chin I shook my head sadly knowing just how pathetic it sounded "No, and that's why it means so much to me that you did."
