Obstructionist ✔

Chapter Seventeen - Hurricane Eye

Song Recommendation: "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" by The Script

Hurricane Eye
Wesley

I felt bad for snapping at Bekka. I didn't mean to be a dick towards her. She was the last person who I wanted to treat like that. It's just I was stressed out. I didn't know what she wanted. And I didn't know why the fuck Jazmyne was now following me around. If she was trying to get me back, it wouldn't happen. I was trying to get my life back together.

My eyes drifted over to Bekka. We still never got the chance to talk about the kiss and what it meant. Was it just the spur of the moment? Or was it something more? Perhaps if it did mean something, she would've brought it up. Maybe she was too shy?

Bekka was leaning against the counter. Lost in thought. It was as if she wasn't even here. I approached her slowly. I had to do this. We needed to talk about this. "Bekka."

She raised her head and turned to me. "Yes?"

"Can we talk in the back room?" I asked, noticing the twitch of her lip.

Bekka nodded and followed me towards the back room. I switched on the light and leaned against a dusty shelf. "Are you okay?" She asked. Her hair fell in front of her face, hiding her best features.

She nodded. "Yeah, just stressed. You?"

"Same. I just wanted to talk," I stepped forward, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"About what?" Bekka asked, her amber eyes boring into mine.

"The kiss."

Bekka eyes widened. She blushed profusely and dipped her head down. "Yeah?" Her eyes darted my lips, as if she was replaying the kiss in her mind.

"What did it mean to you, Bekka?" I asked. This was now or never. If she said it didn't mean anything. . . Well. I would walk away. If it meant something, I would want to pursue a relationship with her.

Bekka looked down at her feet. She took a deep breath. "Do you want a truthful answer?"

I stared at the rows of dusty books shelves. Books aligned it and so did old vinyl records. I turned back to Bekka. "The truth."

"I want you. I want you so bad up to the point that I want to jump out of my body and just glue myself to your soul. Unfortunately, I can't do that. When you're around I just want to explode. I want us to be together, emotionally, mentally, physically. It's just our only problem is that we hide our pasts. We aren't open to each other verbally. We hide our chapter we don't read out loud. Wes, I want you, but the only problem is Jazmyne does too," Bekka smiled drily. She fiddled with her fingers and then looked up at me. She was jealous. She wasn't jealous of Jazmyne per say, but she was jealous of what Jazmyne knew. Jazmyne knows everything about me. Bekka. . . Doesn't.

"If I were to tell you everything about my past, you would turn around and never come back. You would flinch every time I passed by you. You would be appalled with the choices I made back then. You would want to crawl out of your body just to get away from me, Rebekka. My past. . . It's not something that I can talk about easily. In due time, you will know everything about me," I ran a hand through my hair. It was getting long, I would have to cut it soon, "I don't know much about you either, Bekka. Remember that."

Bekka nodded. "I don't know much about myself. But you're right, in due time."

"So you're attracted to me?" I grinned softly. I pulled her in, jokingly.

Bekka blushed. "Yes, you jerk." She placed her hands on my chest. My heart pounded against my ribcage.

It was now or never.

I cupped her cheeks, bringing her face closer to me. She went up on her tiptoes and I leaned down. Her eyes watched my lips as they pressed against hers delicately. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of her lips pressed against mine. She pressed her body against mine. My arms looped around her waist. I pushed her against the bookshelf. Her hands snaked up and she locked her fingers behind my neck. My arms tightened around her waist. God, her body felt so good pressed against mine. Our bodies fit so well together. Two puzzles pieces finally connected--as corny as that sounded.

Our tongues lazily explored each others mouths. Our kisses getting more rough and desperate with every second that passed. My right hand travelled up and cupped her head, pressing her lips harder against mine. I tangled my fingers in her hair, getting lost in this wonderful feeling. Minutes passed, we continued to explore each others mouths. My hands brushed against her breasts, her back arched. I moaned softly, this felt so good.

I was never the type to get turned on easily, but oh lordie, was I hard. I angled my hips away from hers, so she wouldn't feel the effect she had on me. I wouldn't want her to think that I was gonna take her right there and then in the dusty back room. The old rockstar me would've flashed the condom I had stashed in my wallet and fucked her brains out. But. . . Bekka was different. She was more classy. She was worth the wait.

There was a song playing the room that to me was background noise. Barely heard it. Bekka pulled away slowly. The disappointed that flooded through my system almost killed me. My eyes searched hers, looking for regret, disgust or anger. But instead, I found lust, passion, and shyness. I kissed her forehead and smirked. "Why'd you pull away?"

"Your phone silly," Bekka giggled. Her cheeks were flushed and she was as out of breath as I was.

I felt dumb as I answered my phone. It was Oren's father. My heart dropped. Was this it? Was Oren. . . ? "Hey Wilson. What's going on?"

"I know we may have had our arguments, but I know you would want to know this. Wait, are you okay? You seem out of breath." Wilson seemed like he was crying. Oh god, Oren. . .

"No I'm fine. Sir, please tell me. D-did you guys pull the plug?" I asked, my eyes drifting to Bekka. She seemed worried.

"Heavens no. After you persuaded us not to. We promised we wouldn't. We have good news. Oren is awake. He's finally out of a coma."

A/N YAY YOU WILL ALL GET TO MEET THE FAMOUS OREN NOW, WHOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

AND #WESKA KISSED AGAIN WHOOP WHOOP

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