Secret alliances

0.19

Wes's Pov:

I sat on Meera's bed while she splashed water on her face in the bathroom.

"Oh hell," I heard her say slowly from the bathroom.

My senses were alert now. "What's wrong?" I asked, getting up almost immediately.

"Uh... nothing I jus got water on my phone."

"Okay" I sighed. "You had me scared Meera."

She pops out of the bathroom and heads straight for her vanity. "Sorry jaan."

"Jaan?" I ask, confused as hell.

"Don't worry about it," she shrugged off. "Jaan." She added a smug smile.

She turned her fairy lights on and the main light off. Her hair flowed down her back in a nice wave. Meera had on a varsity soccer crewneck and biker shorts. Her face was void of any makeup, she almost looked like a glazed donut with all her skincare.

Meera walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, going on her tippy-toes, pressing a chaste kiss on my lips. "Hi," she yawned.

"It's only eight-thirty, you're tired?" I mumbled against her hair, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Mhm," she muttered against my chest, a tickle reverberating shivers.

I walked backward towards her bed and we both plopped down. My back leaned against her headboard and she crawled between my sprawled legs, situating herself and placing her iPad on a pillow. "Wanna watch something?"

"Sure."

"Outer Banks."

I chuckled, nodding my head, dipping my mouth down and softly pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Within ten minutes, Meera is out cold. I sighed, shutting the laptop and pushing it onto her nightstand, without waking her up.

I feel horrible for her. She's going through so much shit and still going to school, doing work, taking care of half her family and dealing with all this emotional stress. Not to mention she's still hitting the gym and coming to practice sometimes too. No wonder she's passed out.

I brushed the hair off her face and adjusted her and myself so she was still in my arms but way more comfortable. I didn't want her to strain her neck.

While I'm still playing with her hair, I think about all the small things I've collected for her over the years. I should probably give her the Faberge Eggs and the small jewelry items. It seems only fair since she gave me puppets and a shit ton of other stuff.

That letter should also go to her....

Part of me is shocked that Rowan would make a move on Meera if I hadn't. I almost feel sick to my stomach thinking about that. Would she say yes? Would she care about me if she was with Rowan?

Speaking of Rowan, I talked to him earlier while Meera was at the hospital. We cleared so many things up and he's happy for us. Not that we've made it official or anything. That's why I told her I wanted to wait a little bit. I think we should talk that part out in private and then announce, if we're even ready for anything. I don't wanna rush it. I would rather spend a month getting on good terms and getting to know her rather than rush it and ruin it.

I groaned, rubbing my eyes. "What time-" I murmured, suppressing a yawn. I must've fallen asleep because it was almost ten pm.

I tried to get up but there was a body on top of mine. Meera.

"Stop moving Wes." She harrumphed, trying to wrap her legs around mine and pressing into my chest even more.

"Since when did I become a fucking pillow?" I rasped, rubbing my eyes even more.