My Calling

Epilogue - One Year Later

Epilogue – One Year Later

I walk through the house only in my lingerie and a jumper of Wes’ thrown on haphazardly. It comes mid-thigh so I’m in no danger of flashing anything anytime soon. When I get into the kitchen and see all the dirty dishes strewn across the bench, I groan. “Stupid boys,” I mutter to myself as I start loading them into the dishwasher. “Why the hell did I agree to move in with them in the first place?”

“Because you love me,” a voice whispers lowly into my hair.

It makes me shiver but I successfully manage to shove him away. “Not now Wes, I’m not in the mood. Help me do the dishes, would you?”

“Do I have to?” he whines like a child.

“Yes, you had your fun in the bedroom now you can help me.”

He lets out an exaggerated huff before helping me. It doesn’t take us long to load the dishwasher and get everything clean since we both do it. When we’ve finished, I give him a smile. “Thank you baby.”

“No problem. Now do I get a reward?”

I roll my eyes and push his face away. “God, do you think about anything else other than sex?”

“Um, music and food and how hot you look in my jumper and-

I cut him off. “Shut up now.”

He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer to him. “Can you blame me for wanting to spend time with you? All you’ve been doing is working and I go on tour in two days so I want to spend as much time as I can with you. I even kicked the boys out!”

“Okay, I’m sorry. Maybe we could just watch a movie or something. Cuddle on the couch even?”

I give him my best pout causing him to roll his eyes. “You’re lucky I love you. What do you wanna watch?”

“I don’t mind, you choose,” I say to him before getting the duvet from our room.

He’s put in ’21 Jump Street’ when I come back holding our duvet. He’s sitting on the sofa, so I plonk down next to him and throw the duvet over the both of us. I snuggle into him and together, we watch the movie.

I get bored quick. The movie is funny but I’ve seen in a number of times so the jokes are old. Wes however, is engrossed in it as if it’s the best thing he’s ever watched. I try to talk to him but he gives me unintelligible replies making me frustrated. So I get desperate, and when I get desperate, I play dirty.

So slowly and gently, I run my hand up his thigh. That gets his attention and he’s immediately on alert. He looks down at me and raises an eyebrow. I meet his stare head on. “Round two?”

He laughs his boisterous laugh and brings his lips down on mine. My hands run through his hair and his own roam up my bare legs. They feel so good that I let out a small moan. I feel him smile against my mouth as his hands continue to move north, taking the jumper with them. In no time, it’s laying forgotten on the floor. He leaves a trail of kisses across my collarbone causing my head to loll back in pleasure. I take the hem of his t-shirt in my fingers and edge it upwards. He senses what I’m trying to do and takes over. He rips it off and throws it on to the floor. I’m overcome by lust as he unclips my bra and after that, there’s just no going back.

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I’m talking to Eddie when I get a call. Eddie tells me to take so when I answer, I find it’s Wes. “Hey babe, now isn’t a very good time.”

“You weren’t here when I woke up,” he says.

“Yeah I know and I’m sorry, I got called into the studio.”