The Calling

Kennedy

Weston helped me up off the desk and put my shorts back on. I told him I had to go to the bathroom and quickly darted there.

What the fuck. Why was that the best feeling I've ever experienced in my life? Weston's tongue does magical things that's for sure.

My mind was replaying what just happened but I still felt that sting through my heart. That sting asking "What is this?" What are we? Is this what I need, some fling? Does he have feelings for me?

It doesn't feel like he is using me because he is always there after and talking to me, he is the one person that seems to show interest in my life.

When I exited the bathroom I was met with Weston laying on my bed. "Well hello there," he smirked at me. "What are you doing?" he held out his hand and I grabbed it before he pulled me on top of him. I yelped not expecting it and as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "Well it is nighttime now, you just came on my face, and now I'm tired and want to watch a movie."

Again how does he say those things? I could tell my cheeks were red as I swatted my hand at his shoulder. I got off of him and turned the TV on with the remote.

After arguing again and deciding what movie I decided we could watch one of his favorite comedy movies. He reached for my hand again and pulled me into him so that my back was against his chest as his arm draped over my waist. His fingers rubbed slow circles on the side of my stomach and that couldn't help my mind to wander again.

Is this what people who aren't taking it seriously and messing around do? Zoey has had a lot of these fuck buddy situations and she said they usually just left after having sex, so what is this. I like this and I don't want it to end, but I wonder what he thinks.

In the middle of the movie, I felt my eyelids getting tired and turned around. I was met with Weston's closed eyes, his hair messy as usual and his breathing slow. I could not help but bring my hand and cup the side of his face. He is beautiful, every feature about him. His eyelashes fluttered when my thumb swiped across his lips. I pulled back a bit and let out a deep breath before I brought my hand back to his face. I played with some of his hair, moving it away from his face as I felt my eyelids closing.

When I opened my heavy eyes, I was met with the sun coming through my window curtains. The next thing I noticed was my head going up and down slowly. When I looked up and saw my head on Weston's chest all the memories from last night flooded through me. Our legs were tangled together and his arms were wrapped around me. I scooted up a bit and looked at him before my hand traveled to his hard chest. I couldn't help but run my nails softly up and down his chest.

I did that for a couple of minutes before I thought about how weird this is. When I pulled my hand back and laid my head back down I heard Weston's tired voice. "Don't stop please."

I lifted my hand back up, the embarrassment fading away, "Were you awake this whole time?"

"Maybe." I looked back up at him as he opened his eyes and smirked at me. God this boy is going to be the death of me.

We then spent the next ten minutes laying down together where Weston stole a few kisses from me. Casual right? I was invested in the moment we were having when my phone dinged.

Zoey
Zoey: Can I please come see you and talk? I need you, Kenny.

I let out a sigh. Why does she have to text me when I am in a good mood?

"Is everything alright?" Weston's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He looked at me like he was genuinely curious. "Yes," I lied. I could tell from the smile on his face, that he knew I was lying.

"Come on Kennedy, what's up you can talk to me." He was sat up now pulling me to sit on his lap. He is very touchy this morning. "Zoey texted me again, she wants to come see me and talk, she says she needs me." I put my head in the crook of his neck as he stroked his fingers through my hair. "And how does that make you feel Kennedy?" All I feel right now is butterflies, I wish I could sit here on his lap forever to forget all my problems.