Secret alliances

0.12

Wes's pov:

Meera fell asleep within minutes of her head hitting the pillow.

Earlier when I found her crying, unfamiliar emotions filled my chest. And then I did the worst thing I could've done. I fucking kissed her. And then I ignored her all day at work.

I mentally cursed myself for ignoring her while she moved in her sleep. She had fully turned around and was burying her face into my chest, throwing an arm over me. I put my chin on top of her head and soon enough, fell asleep.

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I felt something stir against me and I arched my back, attempting to stretch but ended up hugging a body.

Last night came flooding back to me. I was in Meera's room.

I looked for digital clock she had on her vanity. 2:36 am. I groaned softly and adjusted myself so I was on my back and her head was on my chest.

She started stirring so I patted her head and played with her hair softly so she would fall back asleep.

The security ding went off ten minutes later. I think her parents were finally home. I slowly slid her off my chest and quickly moved to the divan at the foot of her bed, pretending to be asleep on that.

After a little bit of noise, I heard someone coming upstairs. The door to Meera's room cracked open, still open but someone flipped the fan switch on and shut off her LEDs, then closed the door.

Once her parents were situated and in their rooms for good, I thought about sneaking out but I took one look at Meera and that held me back.

Why do I care so fucking much?

A small snore from Meera broke my chain of thought. I walked over and got back into her bed, adjusting her back against me. Once I was flat on my back, she moved her head on her own accord and molded herself to my body.

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I woke up when Meera's hand whacked me straight in the face. "Fuck," I groaned.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw her face nuzzled in my neck, pushing her hand off my cheek I got up.

Clearing my throat, "Mind letting me go?" I rasped, staring straight into her peering eyes that were way darker than when in light. They almost looked hazel in sunlight but were a true chocolaty brown.

She let go almost immediately and moved away, her warmth against me turned cold. "Did everyone come home last night?"

"Yeah, they did." I say, hopping out of her bed. I flattened my side and she did the same. She sighed in relief. I grabbed my things and moved towards the door. "Wes?"

"Yes, Lyubov?" I turned to face her.

"Thank you," She stepped closer. "Thank you for being here. I really appreciate it."

I sighed. "Not the waterworks."

"Oh fuck off, I'm being nice." She sniffled.