Love me After (Book 1 of Strangers)

Chapter 9 - Dinner with Weston

I don't know which was more worse. Either my mom decided to make mashed potatoes for dinner, which I hate, or the fact, Weston Griffin, was having dinner with my family, and I.

Let me just give you straight. It was the fact Weston was having freaking dinner with me!!

"How did you, and my Lewis baby become friends?" My mom asked Weston, and I couldn't help but cringe at the nickname she gave me. I glared at Weston as I watched him hold in his laughter.

"You know, I'm actually not that hungry, so I'm just gonna—"

"Silly, you have a guest Lewis, and I know I taught you manners when you have a guest" My dad cut's me off before I could even stand up then turned back to Weston. "Please, carry on"

Fuck me.

"Well we've known each other since 5th grade, so when we found out we took the same fine art class in the 10th grade we just sort of clicked" I stared at him in disbelief while my parents stared at him and actually believed it. I mean he wasn't all wrong, but how did he just come up with that in just two minutes?!

My mom smiled warmly as she listened to Weston's 'narration' of how we became friends. "How lovely is that, and Lewis you never told us you had a friend" I stared at my mom with wide eyes.

"I did! Brent" I retort.

"Brent is nice, but you can do better" My mouth dropped as I stared at my mom who just ate her mashed potato and turned back to Weston.

"And did I mention, your cooking is amazing Mrs. Henderson. I especially love the mashed potatoes" Weston complemented and my mom couldn't help but blush.

"Haha, I'm glad you love the food, Weston" She replies back then leaned over to me. "I like your friend. You should bring him over more" She whispered then pulled back. I groaned and made sure it was loud enough but they all ignored me and just went on with their conversation. Great, now they like him.

It was just so annoying watching my parents fawn over Weston and it irritated me watching him act like some sort of Angel. I wanted to shove my fork down his throat.

I rolled my eyes before my thoughts then wondered back to earlier. The fact Weston, and I nearly got caught by my mom would have been the end of me. Though it wouldn't have been necessary for me to push him to the ground if I had just turned away. What was I even thinking? Letting him lean in to kiss me again like a freaking statue?

I should have turned away, or better yet stood up, but I didn't. I just got so lost in his eyes and features it was like I wanted him to kiss me. And the way he caressed my cheeks with his warm hands, God they were so big I wanted to lean in more.

I could feel my cheeks flush red just at the thought of it. Turning my gaze to look over at Weston he seemed to have noticed and turned to me then gave me a smile. I paused then quickly whipped my head down to my barely, touched food.

He must probably think I'm into him. Which I am not!

As I cursed at myself I suddenly heard the sound of the chair drawing back and looked up to see my dad already done with his food.

"Ah, you're already done?" My mom asked.

My dad nodded. "Yeah, if anyone needs me I'll be in the living room watching the game" He announces before he then stood up and I watched my mom frown.

"Don't you want to get to know Weston more, dear?" She asked but before my dad could say anything Weston cut him off.

"Did you say the game? As in the football game?" Weston asked and I could see the curiousity spark in my dad's eyes.