untold desire || weston koury

chapter twenty four

a/n lowkey wanna finish this story soonnnnn......... 

my hair drips as weston grips my wrist to lead me out of the water. of course i agreed to go in with him. 3 times. 

we walk up to our chairs and he wraps a towel around my back, hugging me through it. his hands hang in front of me as he dangles his arms over my shoulders, and i move them so they are curling around my waist.

i lean my back into his chest and close my eyes, letting the sun soak into me to dry my skin. weston digs his pointer fingers into each side of my ribs and i let out a loud shriek as i pull away from his grip. 

"asshole," i mutter through laughter, shoving his upper stomach. weston chuckles and grabs my elbows as i push him, bringing me in for a hug. i sigh as my cheek collides with his chest, letting my muscles go limp so he can support me. 

we stay like that for a minute before weston decides to wrap his arms around my entire head. i raise my eyebrows. "what's this?" my voice is muffled because of his embrace. 

he sits a chin on the top of my head thoughtfully. "dunno. i just like holding you."

"hm," i comment. "why do you think that is?"

i feel him shrug over me. "because i- nevermind."

my eyes widen out of confusion, and i break from his hold. "what were you gonna say?"

he shakes his head, and i can't tell if his cheeks are red from embarrassment or sunburn. "nothing."

i shake my head. "fine. don't tell me."

we stand in silence for a moment before weston checks his phone. "wow, it's almost 5."

"should we get some food to bring back for kalynn?" i suggest, and he nods. 

"sure."

we pack up our stuff, and i begin sweating in the old t-shirt i put on over my swimsuit. since we just got out of the water, the wetness of my bathing suit soaks through the tee in an awkward placement. 

"yoo, put those things away!" weston says, pointing out the drenched outline of water around my boobs. 

"fuck off," i say laughingly. "you're lucky, you don't have to wear pants over your bathing suit. they're basically shorts."

he shrugs. "being a man is just better i guess. take the L."

"mmmm," we begin to walk up towards the boardwalk. "i wouldn't consider you a man exactly. more like an annoying little boy."

weston snickers. "savannah francis likes making out with little boys!" of course i had to say the most obvious entrance for a joke. 

"if you don't shut your mouth..." i point a finger at him through gritted teeth.

he laughs at me with amused eyes. "or what?"

"or what?" i mock him in a high pitched voice, twisting my face into a contorted expression. 

"no comeback huh?" he teases. "loser alert!"

i roll my eyes, continuing to trudge through the sand. "whatever."

we reach a burger and pizza place, and i assume this is where weston and kalynn got me something for lunch yesterday. 

"idea," i say out loud. 

"yes?" weston looks at me, interested.

"i'm going to get kalynn a mini cheese pizza."