Secret alliances

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Meera's Pov:

When Wes pulled into the parking lot of my favorite ice cream parlor, I knew it was going to be hard to not fall for him.

"Can I get a scoop of vanilla and chocolate chip in a waffle cone?" Wes says to the guy taking our order.

"And for you?" The guy asks after handing Wes his cone.

Just I was about to open my mouth, Wes beat me to it. "She wants the waffle cone with a scoop of mint and espresso chip." He looked over at me. "Right?"

"Yeah," I breathed. "Thank you." I smiled when the guy gave me my cone. Wes grabbed a napkin, taking my cone from me and put it in my hand and then handed my cone back to me.

Wes held the back door open and we walked out, hand in hand. "Love?"

"Not your love." I retorted, smiling into the night.

"You're smiling, love." He whispered in my ear.

I inhaled sharply, my chest rising up and down. "What's wrong Milaya? Cat got your tongue?" Wes smirked.

I took a long lick of my ice cream.

"Can we sit?" I asked, shifting my weight on both my feet.

"Sure." Wes led us to the big tree near the square. There were huge benches on all sides of the tree and lots of park benches.

We ate our ice cream for a few minutes before I turned to look at Wes, only to find him staring right at me.

He smiled at me and leaned in. I froze, my ice cream lulling in my hands. "You have a little," he rubbed his thumb across the corner of my mouth. "Something here."

I inhaled sharply before Wes pulled away.

"Are you cold?" He asked, touching the goosebumps on my arms tentatively.

"It's just windy," I shrugged.

"Here." Wes took off his jacket and draped it across my back.

"Thank you." I smiled.

Once we finished our cones, we got into the car and headed for target.

I wonder what Wes could possibly want from target at this hour.

While walking back to the car, I accidentally stepped into a divot in the ground and my foot twisted. I let out a wail of pain and grabbed on to Wes's shoulder and arm. "Shit, shit, shit." I winced.

"Are you okay?" Wes asked, hoisting me up in his arms.

I threw my head back in pain. "I think I sprained it or something."

"Here, I'm gonna take you home so we can ice it." He says, opening the car door and setting me inside.

"Wes, no. Let's go to target. I can hobble." I say as he reaches over with my seatbelt, buckling me in.

"Are you sure?" He asks closing the door.

I sighed, waiting for him to round the car and make his way back.

He settled in drivers seat. "Let's go to target."

He looks at me warily, before starting the car.

I place a hand on top of his hand, which was resting on the center console and leaned back into my seat.

When we got to Target, Wes came over to my side of the car and opened the door. "Here." He offered me a hand and I threw my arm over his shoulder, hobbling into Target.

I walk with Wes, expecting him to go to the food or office supplies aisle because why else would we make a late stop here, but he goes to the jewelry and sunglasses section.