Secret alliances

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Meera's Pov:

"Izvini." Wes muttered, lightly kissing the top of my head as I broke down in his arms.

I couldn't bring myself to hug him back so I let my arms hang by my side, my hands fisting to keep myself from pushing him away.

"What does Izvini mean?" I croaked, pushing myself off of Wes.

"Sorry."

"I should probably get downstairs." I breathed, wiping my face off and fixing my hair.

"Yeah, uh I- sorry." He stuttered, moving out of the way.

I walked out of my room and headed downstairs.

After three whole hours of brainstorming and writing out parts of speeches, everyone decided to call it quits for the day and head out. It was nearing to be around midnight so many of the other guests were also heading back to their hotels for the night.

The only people who were staying over were my aunts, my older aunts best friend who was practically family, and my dad's cousin and his wife.

"I'm going upstairs," I announced, grabbing my tumbler full of ice water.

"Can I join you lyubov?" Wes whispered only so I could hear, blocking my way.

My eyes flew up to his and I scoffed before pushing him out of the way.

Footsteps trailed behind me as I climbed the stairs and entered my room. "Wes." I muttered.

"Yes?" I countered, tugging off my socks and tossing them into the hamper.

I went into my closet and started grabbing underwear and shorts to wear to bed. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just sitting here with you. Why else would I be here? I'm here for you."

"God," I muttered under my breath, shutting the closet lights and door. I headed into the bathroom and locked the door.

As I did my skincare and nighttime routine, Wes kept talking.

"I don't think you would want to be alone right now. I definitely wouldn't want to be," I heard Wes add.

"You're right." I shoved the door open wearing only my shorts and sports bra because I forgot to grab a shirt. "I really don't want to be alone. But I'd rather be alone than with you right now." I dumped my dirty laundry and went inside my closet, shutting the door in Wes's face. Stripping my bra off, I grabbed an oversized shirt with a vineyard whale and threw it on.

I open the closet door and find myself head first into Wes's collarbone. His hands immediately encase my arms and hold me in place. "Let go." I muttered, his grasp tightened further. "Wes, I said let go."

"I don't think you should be alone."

"I'd stop thinking that if I were you," I retorted, trying to push him off.

I finally managed to push him off and jumped straight into my bed, turning over so my back was to him.

Maybe my hormones were raging or it was the grief but I started full on sobbing the minute my head hit the pillow.

My hands clenched the comforter and tears coated my pillow. Wes's hand comes down on my shoulder and I can't help but turn around and swat him away with a pillow. He dodges the pillow and ends up falling on top of me.

His breath fans over my eyes and cheeks, every place his skin touches mine, goosebumps arise and small flutters awake.

He realized how that position was going to get uncomfortable real quick so he shifted off, still managing to hold me in place.