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A PROMISE WORTH BREAKING (2) — “RAIN OF CONFESSIONS”

SUMMARY: Wes starts to pick up on the fact that you've been taking on too many favors, and it's been taking its toll on you.

WARNING: angst, fluff

WORD COUNT: 6,046

PAIRING: Wes Bennett x fem!reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

There had been a span of time from your last interaction with Wes. After you had agreed to help him devise a plan that would get Liz to fall in love with him, he blatantly added that he was also helping her devise a plan to help her get with Michael. Wes forgot to inform you that Liz had her eyes set on Michael Young and Wes’s dumbass still decided to follow through with it because he claimed that that would be the only time where he’d truly get to spend time with her. That he’d never get another chance like this one.

Ringing any bells? Turns out you and him had a lot in common after all. You both wanted the chance to be around someone who would never reciprocate the love you had for the other because their heart belonged to someone they too couldn’t have. Maybe you had a lot to relate to with Liz then.

The first few attempts to help Wes had been an absolute disaster. The first attempt had you watching in horror as Liz was vomited all over by Ashley. Wes who reacted much quicker than you took off with her and after a while, she came back down dawning his sweats and t-shirt. You figured as much that you were third-wheeling at that point. Seating in the backseat of his truck listening to Liz ask Wes if Michael said anything about her, then her proposing the idea of her and Wes fake dating. Yeah, you were glad you had brought your headphones that night. Tuning them out the rest of the way home, then being startled when Wes reached back to shake you out of your daze. You and your bed had been happily acquainted once again, and your pillow, well your pillow soaked up the tears you shed.

On the second attempt, Wes made you tag along to a basketball game, it was the playoffs he said. Having heard Liz use the exact same words on Michael. Wes tried to be Liz’s wingman for Michael who in return, made conversation with Liz and told her that if she could see all, then she must see that Wes was into her. That alone led to the chaotic night of Liz being smacked in the face with a basketball and being knocked on her ass.

You once more watched in horror as the night was ruined by Noah this time, and Wes was once again her night in shining armor, shedding his shirt, which you averted your gaze from his stomach and chest. He held up his wadded shirt to her nose. Blood, so much blood, you cringed when a teacher came and suggested removing it from her face. Everyone else mirrored your gasps and wide stricken eyes. Adam had to just open his mouth and say she looked like Mrs. Potato Head to scare her, but Wes reassured her she did not. You remembered following behind them as he suggested taking her to the ER. You could’ve sworn that she’d reconsider going after Michael. I mean it was Wes who shed his shirt, Wes who was concerned about her safety and getting her to the hospital quickly. Michael hadn’t stepped in so much. You knew he meant well but it was Wes who moved and reacted quickly on behalf of Liz. It was always Wes.

How could she be so blind? It made you so mad.

As much as you wanted to continue helping Wes with Liz. You took into account that you weren’t doing a great job of looking after yourself. Your own needs and wellbeing had been neglected, putting you off your game, and people at school were starting to ask if you had been okay. Even Wes seemed to pick up on your unusually tired state. Aunt Meg had voiced her own concerns about how you could get hurt, to stop while you could and rest, and how you should’ve been upfront with your feelings for him, but you told her everything would be fine. Right?

“Why did you do that?” The question caught you off guard. You shook out of your trance and stared up at Wes, trying to come up with something to say. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. You had forgotten his sole promise to be a better friend to you. You didn’t realize that involved going to the movies together and actually hanging out. Wes had come knocking on your door earlier with that cute grin you loved seeing on him, inviting you out to go watch a movie with him. He had let you choose. Regardless of how tired you felt, and the nap you wanted to take not happening, you agreed and got ready. Now you were out in public with him, waiting on your snacks that he offered to pay for.

“Do what?” Your brows sinch closer together.

“Agree to come out.” He shrugged. “If you were tired we could have come to watch a movie another day.”

“I’m fine.” You brush off his concerns with a laugh. You didn’t know how else to react. Having him be concerned for your well-being, it felt strange to endure. This whole month you grew immune to seeing him be so concerned for Liz, that having him show the same attentiveness felt too good to be true, so you had to do everything you could to sabotage the unfamiliar feeling.

“You fell asleep in my truck Y/n.” He scoffed. “You’re exhausted.”

“I’m fine…” You yawn, further proving Wes's point.

“You’re tired. You don’t need to put up a front with me. It’s me.” It was him. It was Wes who allowed you to be your true self around. He could see right through you. You wished he couldn’t at this moment. “Why say yes? I wouldn’t have been upset if you’d have said no.” He frowns. Deeply disappointed that you wouldn’t put your needs first.

“I have nothing else to lose.” You shrug. “Why would I want to waste my senior year asleep anyway?” You turn back to the girl who hands you your slushie and bucket of popcorn. “Thank you!” You grab your things and Wes’s snacks and hand them to him.

“Really? Just like that? You’re not gonna fight me on this?” He nudges you with his elbow. “Does it not bother you that you put others before you, Y/L/N? Does anything bother you?” He laughs.

“Sure there is. I just choose not to let things get to me. What’s the point?” You giggle.

“What’s the point? The point is that others come before you, and you take on too many favors and it wears you down. Look at you! You don’t even have the energy to be here right now!” Wes stops at the side of Theatre 2.

“I don’t put others before myself!” You scoff.

“Yes, you do! I’ve asked you for a shit load of favors these past few weeks, and you took on all of them!” A crease forms between his brows. “All of them, and I knew that you had other shit going on, and you still said yes!”

“They weren’t that big of favors though...I told you I was fine helping you.” You shrug with a frown. “Why are you getting upset over me not being upset? I agreed to help you out with Liz that night. You came to me begging for my help!” Wes takes a step back and arches a brow at you. “I don’t understand how that’s me putting others before myself?”

“Are you serious?” Wes's shoulders fall, he tilts his head and rolls his eyes. The scoff he released makes you flinch a little. “I asked you that night if you’d be fine on your own. That if you’d be alright finding a ride because I was taking Liz home after being at Michael's place. You said yes, and you know what you did instead?”

“Wes–“ You tried to intercept what he was about to say.

“You walked home in the rain last week, Y/n. You didn’t ask for a ride. You sure as hell didn't ask Michael or anyone else at the house. Meg chewed me out so badly when I passed by your place last Saturday, I almost cried, I did cry because she put me in my fucking place. And I know she chewed you out too so don't even try to act like it was nothing. You’re not a burden ya know.” Hearing him project your insecurities out right in front of you, stung. “Anyone at Michael’s would’ve given you a ride.” He saw right through you. Meg was sure to tell him off about leaving you on your own, to walk home alone that night. If he was this concerned then you hoped for your sake he wasn't catching onto your feelings.

“I had a jacket...” You shrug, swallowing down the lump in your throat. “Besides she got over it, what’s the problem?”

“Meg told me what day that was on Saturday. It was your birthday, Y/n. You used your birthday to to my wingman for Liz that night. I ditched you on your fucking birthday for fucks sake, you didn’t even tell me about it! I found out through Jocelyn- Jocelyn!” He exclaimed.

“That was intentional. I didn’t want anyone to know anyway. Besides you got to hang out with Liz, like you wanted to, remember? That was the plan.” You furrow your brows. “It’s not a big deal. Drop it!” You laughed because this whole dispute was ridiculous. Fucking ridiculous.

“You came out with us to hang out at Michaels, then let me drive Liz home. On your birthday!” Wes's jaw clenches. “Anyone with half a brain would be pissed off at me. I know I am! So why aren’t you?”

“I don’t want to be mad at you, Wes.” You wrap your arms around yourself with your snacks still in your grip. “Can we go now? I don’t want to miss the trailers.” You give him your best smile and tug at his sleeve. When he doesn’t budge your facade falls. “Wes please, just drop it...It’s fine.” You frown.

“You don’t give two shits about the trailers.” Wes's fist clenches around the plastic cup. “No. I’m not gonna drop this. Stop hiding how you feel. Yell at me.” He pushed.

“Yell at you? Okay, now you're being ridiculous. No, I’m not gonna yell at you. Let’s go, we’re gonna miss the movie.” You begin to walk into the theater but stop to look over your shoulder. Wes stands his ground. “This is ridiculous!” You laugh at his antics. He doesn’t find it funny though. “You’re gonna ruin tonight because you want me to yell at you?” Your arms flop down to your sides.

“I don’t want you to yell. I want you to hold me accountable for being a shitty ass friend to you. I want you to stop letting me get away with things. I haven’t been good to you, say it!” Your eyes met those in passing as he raised his voice. You look back and stare at him in disbelief. Your shoulders slumping in defeat. He wasn’t gonna let the past be.

“I can’t do this right now...” You dump the snacks in the trash and walk out of the cinema. Wes was hot on your tail. “Why’d you have to bring it up!” You nag.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Wes scoffs after you. You whip around abruptly.

“What do you want from me? Why couldn’t you just...let us have a good night together?” Your voice cracks.

“I want you to hold me acc-”

“I heard you the first time!” You do yell at him this time.

“Then say it! I’m a shitty friend and I-”

“Fine!” You exclaim. “You’re a shitty friend and you’ve ditched me on multiple accounts to go chase after Liz Buxbaum who has made rom-coms and meet cutes her whole damn personality since she was a kid. You’re a shitty friend who can’t fucking see that she’s not into you and you’re just getting your hopes up for nothing. Yet I have been doing my absolute fucking best to help you get the girl of your dreams because I know just how much she means to you, and yet you haven’t once thanked me for it! You're a shitty ass friend who’s too stupid to see that Liz is into Michael, not you, nor will she ever be, you dumbass!” Wes’s shoulder's fall. Your face falls then too. Your hand clasping over your mouth, in shock.

“Wait...you’ve known this whole time she didn’t like me?” Wes’s head and heart hurt. “Well if you knew then why bother helping me at all?”

You swallow down the lump in your throat. “You still don’t get it do you?” A tear falls down your cheek. “Why help you? Why would a girl help the boy that lives next door to her, get the girl he likes?” You let out a broken laugh as Wes shrugs in question. “Because she likes him, dumbass. That’s why?” You look down.

“What?” Wes’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Hard to believe right? It’s not like you’d have noticed me anyway...” You give him a tight-lipped smile. “I get why you like her. What’s not to like about Buxbaum, huh? She embodies literal sunshine and every main protagonist that girls like me only dream of being in movies. She’s got the taste in movies, and songs, and she can play the freaking piano, and she honors her mom in every beautiful way I can’t even bring myself to do with mine. She has it all and I can’t hate her for that...”

“Liz, Liz doesn’t have everything.” He furrows his brows with a shake of his head.

“Sh's gotten your attention since second grade without even trying, Bennett...I’d say she does.” You let out a faint laugh.

“Y/n–” Wes steps towards you, but you take one back.

“Liz can keep pretending her life is this whole movie, where she gets the guy she likes, where she gets to have her happy ending, which she deserves to have by the way, but I can’t. My life was never a movie to begin with. Girls like me, we don’t get happy endings.”

“Y/n wait, no, please just let me–”

“I heard from Jocelyn that Liz said yes to Michael’s prom-posal today.” You tell him. “I also heard Alex Benedetti has a crush on you...”

“Oh yeah?” Wes’s voice cracks.

“She also needs a date in case you want to ask her.”

“Y/n please.” Wes’s head tilts feeling defeated and shitting.

“I’ll tell Meg you dropped me off, okay? She told me how you practically begged her not to yell at you anymore. So I’ll save you the scolding okay.” You try to joke, but none of you laugh. You turn to begin the long trek home.

“Wait you’re gonna walk? No! Let me take you home.”

“It’s fine. I can walk it’s not that far.” You look up right as thunder sounds off in the sky. “I got a jacket.” You shrug him off.

Just like you had a jacket the last time you walked home in the cold. Yeah no, Wes thought.

Great, it's gonna rain, you thought.

“It’s a fifteen minute car ride. That’s six miles, Y/n. Two hours on foot. You’ll be home at midnight if you walk. Meg won’t yell at me this time, she’ll fucking murder me! I’m taking you home.” He takes out his keys and walks to his truck parked on the sidewalk. You remain where you stand only further pissing him off. “Get. In. I’m not telling you again.” He clenches his jaw. You knew you were being childish, but you didn’t like his tone of voice.

“Works for me!” You turn and walk off.

“Wha– Y/n, get in!” Wes yells after you.

“No.”

“Get in!” You hear him grow closer. He spins you around but you slap his hand off you.

“I don’t want to see you right now. Leave me alone.” You usher him away, putting more space in between you both.

“I will never forgive myself if I let you walk home and something happens to you.” Lines are drawn on his forehead. His frown deepens.

“Then I guess you never will.” You turn and walk.

“I’ll walk with you then.”

“How are you gonna get to school tomorrow?” You mock him over your shoulders. Your frame getting farther and farther from where he stood. You smirk hearing him grunt.

“I’ll get a ride!” He yells after you.

“The guys won’t pick you up!”

“Then I’ll get a ride with you?”

“I leave early for school!”

“I’ll sleep in your car.”

“You do that!”

“Y/n! For fucks sake!” He runs back to his truck and starts the engine. You hear the rumble of his truck and then the sound of the gas being pressed down upon too fast.

He speeds up to where you’re walking and starts driving alongside you. Just like Warner had done with Elle in Legally Blonde after he broke up with her. Only in this scenario, you were grateful you were wearing sneakers and not heels. No need to fuss over ruining perfectly good shoes now do we.

“Get in the truck!”

“Nope.” You trekked on.

“Then I’m driving beside you until we get home.”

“You sure you have enough gas for that?”

“Yes–�� He looked back to see he had two quarts left. “No...Fuck!”

“Ha– Looks like you’re in for a long drive home then, Bennett.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” He keeps one hand on the wheel and the other over the back of the passenger seat. His emergency lights were on to let others know to go around him while he deals with your stubborn ass. He smirked as thunder boomed around you. You flinched. You really didn’t know what you were signing up for, but you were about to find out.

You didn’t know how long you had been walking for. Wes teased you though, reading you the time after a series amount of time had passed by. You concurred it had been about an hour now, but you couldn’t think about much as your body trembled. Your surroundings weren’t any better. You were growing near the bridge that was surrounded by trees. It made walking feel even more eerie.

“Given up?”

“N-Nope!” Your voice trembled. Wes laughed as the heavy downpour pelted on you. The rain had started not even ten minutes into the walk, and you had never hated Mother Nature more than at this moment.

“You’re gonna get sick.” He called out.

“You said that a-already. Find new material!”

“You’re suffering because you want to, Y/L/N.”

Already am. It's called unrequited love. You wanted to say.

“I love the rain!” You exclaimed.

“You’re shivering!”

“F-Fuck off! Fuck off like I told you to do an hour ago!” You stop to face him, he presses down on the brakes as you do. He jolts slightly from the sudden stop.

“Really?” He grows tired. It was already eleven o’clock.

“Yes! I don’t need you! Fuck off, and leave. I know you want to go home already so get gone!”

“You know what you’re right.” You’re taken aback by his sudden bluntness. “I should’ve just let you walk home alone, to hell with Meg. You have about an hour left, Y/L/N. Good luck with that. See you tomorrow, yeah?” He rolled up his window. You gaped at him.

With that being said he pressed down on the gas and took off. Leaving you in the pouring rain, cold, and feeling shitty. You watch as his car turns a corner and you’re left alone. The rain made it harder for you to see anything in the dark. Amplifying just how scary it really was to walk home alone in the dark. You wrap your arms around yourself tightly. Then pull out your phone. You hold your hand over the device to protect it from the downpour. You blink as you adjust to the brightness and go to your contact lists. Just as you're about to press down on Meg’s contact. You hear a rumble in the distance. You look up and catch two headlights heading your way. You back up as the car grows closer and then stops in front of you. The passenger window rolls down and you're met with Wes’s distraught face.

“Please tell me you didn’t actually think I’d leave you stranded?” His face falls, seeing your hurt expression. His heart breaks even more hearing how hoarse your voice sounds.

“I-I was about to call Meg...” Your voice trembles. Your eyes looked a little red at the corners. God, he hated himself.

“Just get in, please. Please, I can’t keep seeing you out there.”

You ponder it, then finally give in. You hurry forward and open the door, getting in. You gasp as you feel the heat hit you. You close your eyes, trying to control your harsh trembles. You flinch when two hands wrap around your own, bringing them closer to his lips. You look over to Wes as he starts blowing warm air into your hands. You almost melt at the sight. His worried expression is the only thing you receive. He shifts to hold your hands with his left as he reaches into his back seat with his right hand.

“You need to strip.” He looks down at your soaking clothes.

“W-What?” You look at him incredulously concerned.

“God, not like that. You’re gonna catch a cold. You need to get out of your clothes, Y/n. You can change into my sweats and the hoodie I have.” He offers them to you.

“Being out in the cold or having wet clothes doesn’t really increase your chances of getting a cold!” You stated.

“Well, you’re shaking really bad right now, so it’s up to you if you wanna get hyperthermia. I’m just trying to help.”

“I-I know you are...” Your lips tremble as you begin sliding out of your jacket. Wes immediately looks away to give you privacy. You were surprised you hadn’t gotten hyperthermia yet from how intense you shook.

Wes couldn’t believe he had driven off. The look on your face in the rearview mirror had him immediately rounding the block before the bridge, to go back for you. He was gonna beat himself over what he’d done for the rest of his life. He didn’t want to stress you out and creep you out so he turned his body towards the window. Yet that didn’t do anything because he sparsely caught you in the reflection of the window and he couldn’t look away. And he thought Liz was beautiful, but you were entirely breathtaking. His breath hitched quietly as he watched you strip. He kept averting his gaze but he couldn’t help himself. You were beautiful.

You struggled to shimmy out of your jeans but managed nonetheless. You sighed as your skin felt the soft cotton of his sweat pants, then his hoodie. You took off your socks too. You let them plop onto the mat below your feet. You leaned back into the seat and curled your legs into you. The heat welcomed you as you breathed out heavily. You closed your eyes trying to control just how fast your heart was beating. Wes looked back, frowning as your face scrunched up in pain.

“You okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” You reassured him. You opened your eyes back up and turned your head. You met his concerned gaze with a faint smile. “Thank you.”

“Always.” He nodded. He reached out for your hands again, and you let him. He brought them up to his lips and blew warm air into them. Hoping to lessen how cold they felt against his own. It only made him worry more. Your hands were basically ice to the touch. He wondered if they hurt. You looked physically in pain when you got in. “You’re still shivering.” He shook his head. He gave you a once over then glanced at the back seat. One idea ran through his head but he knew you’d be against it. You caught his shift in his seat, the crease between his eyes was a dead giveaway. You could practically see the knobs turning in his head.

“What?”

“You won’t like it.” He bit his lip as he glanced back at the blanket he randomly had in his car.

“J-Just tell me.”

“I lend you my body heat. You’ll need to strip back down again though. I’ll do it too. We can get under the blanket I have just until you're warm again. We don’t have to do it. I was reminded of junior year, chemistry class when Mrs. Rivera had talked about camping and said if you ever needed to stay warm to–“

“Yes.” You cut him off.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.” You didn’t second guess it as you tried to move towards the back as best and quickly as you could. Your trembling hands made it harder for you to steady yourself. Wes followed suit right after you and began stripping his layers off. You don’t glance his way as you go to remove his sweater and sweats. Wes on the other hand couldn’t help but let his eyes wander a bit. You weren’t sore on the eyes that much was true. “Wes!” You scoff as you snap him out of it.

“Right, sorry!” He grabs the blanket and goes to lie down across the back seats. He makes a makeshift pillow out of his duffel bag along with his sweater and sweat pants you took off as cushioning for your heads and leaves an open space for you to cuddle into him. You gasp as your skin melts into his chest. His warmth transferring off him onto you felt heavenly. You moan as you cuddle further into his side.

Wes gasped just as you had done so. Spewing out a few curses of his own. “Fuck Y/n. You’re freezing!” Wes clenched his jaw, as he felt your skin collide with his. It felt like being struck with pin needles for a few seconds. He draped the rest of his blanket over you. His right arm curls around you, pulling you closer to him. He could feel the quickening of your pulse begin to slow down. Your labored breaths calming into a steady intake and exhale of his warmth. You wouldn’t admit it but Wes smelled nice. You exhaled the last remaining shaky breaths you had and heavily sighed into him. Wes smiled to himself as he watched you curl into him. Your breathing was back to normal and he could feel your body heat transfer onto him. Not once did he think anything remotely sexual about the position you two were currently in. He wouldn’t admit it either, but you smelled pretty, like flowers. And for some reason, it felt right, you being in his arms. “Warm?” He softly mutters.

“Mhmm.” You give a faint nod.

“Body heat!” He humorously exclaimed. His smile grew, feeling your shoulders shake with laughter. You expressed a quick, So stupid. Then closed your eyes. He loved it when he could make you laugh. With Liz, it felt like a win, getting her to laugh, to throw that smile he was crazy about at him like it was something he had to work for. Not with you though, it came easier with you, you let your truest self be seen. You didn’t take his bullshit, and you impulsively got undressed with him to absorb his body heat to warm you up, and you didn’t question it one bit. As he thought about it, there was a huge stark difference between you and Liz, and you were somehow coming on top as his main priority, and he wasn’t upset about it.

“You’re thinking too loud.” You relax, hesitating stretching your arm to curl over his naked waist. Yet when you did, the slight hitch of breath you heard Wes release, told you he wasn’t against it, so you calmed your nerves down. Readjusting your head's position on him.

“I’m not doing anything!” He breathed out a laugh. The rumble of his chest vibrated through you. You felt surprisingly at home, snug and warm under a blanket with him. This was new territory, a line too far crossed to take anything back. It was not as weird as you might have thought it would be.

“You are. You do that thing with your hands when your thoughts cloud your mind.” This made him glance down at the top of your head. His brows pinched together in wonder. You really did like him. You liked him so much that you could distinguish his nervous tidbits, and the fidgeting of his fingers because he needed something to do to keep him calm as his thoughts were anything but tranquil. You knew when he was gonna make a stupid joke, when he was mad, and when he was being an absolute nuisance and a total idiot. You picked up on it all because you liked him

You liked him more as a friend, and yet you had pushed aside your feelings for him to help him get the girl of his dreams. He really was a shitty ass friend. But perhaps, if you’d have him as he was, he could be a really great boyfriend.

“I didn’t think you noticed those things about me.” He started mindlessly caressing your shoulder. His thumb swayed back and forth upon your skin. The gentle caress wasn’t doing you any good as it made your heart skip.

“I notice everything.” Your voice was so faint he nearly missed you saying it.

“You really helped me get with Liz even though held feelings for me?” He stared up at the detail of his truck, deciding to drop the ball. The buttons of the lights caught his attention as he continued to hold you close and caress your arm.

“And we’re talking about it…” You shift in his arms.

“Did you think I forgot about your spontaneous love confession? Not to mention the sporadic outburst. That was quite something– Hey!” He flinched away from your sudden pinch against his side.

He was ticklish, noted.

“I’d have hoped you would, but then again you’ve never been one to forget anything about anyone.” You let your eyes trail over his chest up to his chocolate-brown eyes. You could feel your cheeks get warm from the increase of blood flow rushing to them. He’d already been staring at you.

“That’s very attentive of you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He smirked.

“Says the actual attentive one.” You smirk back at him. His heart feels giddy. He reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. God, you were so beautiful. His heart couldn’t think of anything else but he was struck by your beauty. Why hadn’t he noticed it before?

“What happens after this?” Your brows pinch together.

“Well, you’re all warmed up. I say we get you home before Meg thinks we’ve been in some terrible accident.” He tried to make light of your current situation, but even you already knew he was trying to avoid the big elephant in the room. It dimmed the little flicker of hope you had.

“Wes…” Man, he really wished you hadn’t said his name that way. Like you didn’t just catch him trying to change the subject. Like you were hurting.

“I’m stripped down to my boxers for you, Y/L/N. Is it not obvious?” He let out a nervous chuckle.

“No.” You held your breath. “What’s happening right now?” You went to sit up. The blanket falls down your bare shoulder.

“I’m starting to realize a few things.”

“You have a habit of thinking too much.” You watch as Wes sits up straight.

“That maybe I might’ve been wrong about this whole Liz thing.” He smiles through a scoff.

“Wes please–” You shake your head.

“That after spending a whole month with you, you’ve turned about to be-”

“Wes…” You warned quietly.

“Everything that I want.” And there it was.

“N-No.” You shake your head.

“No?”

“If you’re only saying this because you can��t have Liz-”

“That’s not it!” He cuts in.

“-Then I don’t want this. I don’t want to be second to her.” Your breathing quickens.

“You’re not. Believe me when I say you’re not.” He reaches forward taking your face into his hands gently. He swallows thickly before continuing. He sighs seeing you tear up. “I feel so seen when I’m around you. I have to try so hard just to get Liz to even notice me.” He dips his head to meet your averting eyes. “But not with you. You make things easier.”

“But I thought you liked a good chase?” You cup your hands over his wrists.

“Turns out, I don’t quite like running after people, specifically those who don’t reciprocate my feelings.” He gives you that award-winning smile of his. His stomach fills with butterflies seeing you try to resist smiling at him. “I think I’ll stick to chasing after my pretty neighbor in my truck.” That got you to laugh. It made him laugh too. He swallowed thickly again, his eyes flickering down to your soft inviting lips for a mere second before fleeting back up to those eyes, those eyes he had no trouble letting himself fall into.

“Liz is also your neighbor.” God, he hated you. He rolled his eyes.

“I was trying to be rom-” Your giggles filled his ears.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I just saw my chance and took it.” You smile bright and beautiful at him. Your hands fall into his curls, pushing them back, over and over. “I know what you were trying to do.”

“Think you can forgive a shitty-ass friend?” He pointed to himself. Guilt immediately eating you up.

“I’m sorry about that. What I said. I was mad and I let my anger get the better of me. I don’t think of you as as shitty or an ass.” You give a small smile.

“No, I needed that.” He tries to justify your words.

“No, no one deserves to be yelled at like that.” You shake your head.

“I don’t mind, so long as it's you being honest with me.” You look up to meet a cheeky twinkle in his eyes, his smirk was no help either.

“Now you’re being annoying.” Wes couldn’t help but throw his head back in laughter.

Silence falls over you too. Then Wes speaks up again.

“I think I’m falling for you, Y/L/N.”

“You think?” You pushed his buttons so much, that he wouldn’t admit to enjoying it. He liked to push yours too, and he hoped, maybe someday, he could even unbutton a whole variety of different buttons.

“I am.” He says with certainty. Your chest fell and rose heavily at his words. Wes’s eyes trailing all over you with a new kind of want and need. It made you breathless.

“I thought you promised…we’d remain good friends?” You drank him in with as much need and want. A new taste of hunger behind your eyes, behind his own. And just as quickly as your breathing picked up, so had Wes’s movements as he reached forward, helping you place one leg on each side of his lap until you were straddling him. He met your awaiting lips with a feverish hungry kiss. You signed into the kiss as your hands found their place in his hair again. “Said the promise was set in your heart…”

“This promise is worth breaking, Y/L/N.” He mutters against your lips, before capturing them with his own once more.

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