Savior

Seven: Mia

My head was a jumbled mess the rest of the weekend and I had nothing to do with being mugged. It did, however, have everything to do with Weston Price and his stupid soft lips. It had everything to do with the fact that, even though I knew it was wrong, I wanted it to happen again. I wanted to kiss him more. I wanted to give him everything. I'd managed to keep my growing feelings for him hidden from everyone, including myself, but now that he had opened to floodgates, there was nothing I could do to shut them off. Weston Price had taken over my brain and I wasn't sure what to do about it.

"Mia, he's freaking out," Jazz stated. "You can't just abandon the guy."

"I'm not. I just..." I took a deep breath. "I need to get my head straight."

Jazz lifted herself from the couch, just to cross her legs under herself and sit back down. "Okay, let's walk through what you're feeling, huh?"

"I don't know what I'm feeling," I said with a bit of a whine as I sank into my end of the couch. "My head is like... a tornado of thoughts right now."

"That's why we need to talk about it," Jazz insisted. "Was it a good kiss?"

I glared at her disapprovingly. "How is that information needed to sort through anything?"

"Just... humor me."

"It was barely a peck!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "The moment I realized what was happening, I shoved him off!"

"Mia..."

"What?!" I cried. "I did!"

"I know you did, but did you want to? Be straight with me," Jazz stated. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want Wes and I'll drop it."

"Jazz, it doesn't matter!" I groaned, throwing my forearm over my eyes. "It can't happen."

"Why?"

"Because I HAVE a boyfriend!"

"Fuck Marcus!" Jazz suddenly shouted. "This isn't about Marcus! You are more bent out of shape about Wes Price than I have EVER seen you over fucking Marcus. That tells me everything I need to know."

"I don't want to hurt him," I stated softly. "We've been together a long time..."

"And when was the last time you were legitimately happy?" Jazz asked. "Mia, you are not responsible for Marcus's feelings, if he even has any. Which at this point, I truly doubt. If things aren't working and we all know they aren't, they're not working. You can't force them, and you don't have to stay and be miserable just because you have in the past."

"I made him move out here..."

"You didn't make him do anything, Mia. He could've said no. Hell, he should've. It's obvious he doesn't want to be here. Have you even talked to him since he left?"

"No. We... decided we needed time to think."

"Wes is HERE. Wes is here both physically and mentally when it comes to you. That boy is OBSESSED with you, Mia. And I know you have feelings for him."

"I don't want to."

"I know you don't, sweetie. But you do. And maybe it's time to stop fighting it and see what happens."

"Bill will be pissed."

"Yeah, well, fuck Bill, too. His nephew being happy should be more important than any stupid company policy."

I laughed. "I don't even think it's an actual company policy. I think it's a WES policy. Rumor has it, he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself."

"I think that Wes and the Wes who worships the ground you walk on are two very different people."

I sighed, a bit dreamily, much to my dismay. "The Wes we've had the last month or so IS pretty amazing."